Public &nbsp; The Khe’Ruun-Tal Codex

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Xitli Sacul

Kiran Arlos · Jan 29, 2026

Liin Terallo

Kiran did not know whether to be concerned, surprised, or something else entirely.

His eyes moved between the slight woman and the dark device in her hands, and he kept his breathing slow as he stepped just a little in front of Persephone, enough to shield her without crowding her.

"You know her?" he asked quietly.

Then it hit him.

Not sound. Not heat. Something stranger, an invisible pressure that reached out and struck him from the inside, sharp and unfamiliar. Kiran's shoulders tensed for half a beat, his jaw tightening as he steadied himself, staying planted between Persephone and the woman until he knew, for certain, she was not a threat.

Vexorion · Jan 30, 2026

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Torture Me - Davey Suicide

Location: Rakata Prime
Objective: Ascertain the Truth of the Codex
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Xitli Sacul

The shadows along the corridor thickened, knitting themselves into a single bruise of darkness from which a figure slowly bled into view. She was slight, her hands clenching around a sheaf of papers or documents that appeared to tremble like pale wings caught in a draft; or was it merely an illusion?

Vexorion did not move. He watched from his stillness as one might watch a wound open, without surprise, without mercy; his eyes traced the way her breath hitched, the way her gaze darted about, her movements born of caution. She was no illusion.

She spoke, and her words spilled out in a low rush, calm and soothing; carrying the scent of importance. Vexorion listened with a predator's patience, each syllable weighed, each pause noted. When she paused, he studied her features, her grace, and her eyes.

When she spoke again, it seemed as her words were almost apologetic; as if she was a burden, a nuisance to him; and sought to rectify it by justifying her need to leave his presence. And at that fracture his attention sharpened.

At last, he answered her, his voice cold, dripping with absolution. "You don't appear to be a ghost," he said, tone flat, almost bored, yet edged with quiet menace. "At least not one designed to haunt the living by the looks of you." His gaze flicked to the papers, then back to her face, pinning her in place.

Vexorion's ears, feline-sharp, and crowned with fine, shadow-dark fur and orange stripes, twitched and rose as if drawn by invisible strings. They captured what human senses would have missed, the subtle scrape of movement above, the faint displacement of air, the soft betrayal of breath where none should be, and took notice this woman had heard it too.

The Force quickly coiled around him in a low susurrus, whispering of other living sentients nearby, their presences flickering like guttering candles behind stone and ruin. His gaze did not lift, yet his awareness spread outward, predatory and vast, mapping heartbeats and intentions with equal indifference.

He meticulously extended one clawed finger toward the papers clutched in her hands, the gesture precise, almost delicate. "Are those papers connected to this mysterious Codex?" he asked, his tone inquisitive, cool, carrying a scholar's curiosity sharpened by menace. "And if so," he continued softly, eyes narrowing as the whispers pressed closer, "what do you know of it?"

A pause followed, heavy and deliberate, recalling the sounds and the Force's announcement, before he stage-whispered, "Perhaps it is best we discuss the topic of my questions whilst we saunter along. Old ruins and their ghosts have a way of swallowing the living; especially those who wander them alone."

"And sometimes, these ruins are gifted with assistance by hands not yet dead."

Liin Terallo · Feb 1, 2026

The chamber exhales dust with every breath that I take. Ancient air, trapped for centuries; now disturbed by footfalls and voices that echo too brightly against stone. My sketches are still clutched in one hand, edges bent where my fingers have tightened without my permission. The glow-strips along the walls sputter uncertainly, revealing fragments of carved geometry that refuse to resolve into meaning no matter how long I stare.

Then a voice breaks the stillness. “Wait… aren’t you my cousin’s friend? Liin… something?”

I blink and turn. For a moment, I simply look at the girl, at the familiar line of her cheek, the curious tilt of her eyes and suddenly the name makes sense. Balun. The memory lands with unwelcomed clarity; the quiet discipline of Temple halls, the steady comfort of his presence at my shoulder, the way rumors had slithered through polite spaces until even professionalism became something shameful. I remember the heat rushing into my face as my employer confronted me in public, voice carrying, eyes sharp with implication. I remember the carefully worded leave notice I had handed Balun afterward, hands shaking as I pretended it was nothing. “I am Liin,” I say softly. “Yes.” No surname. No title. Nothing that invites further explanation. I offer her a faint nod, both polite and distant; already aware of the shift in the air behind me.

The Sith has not acknowledged their arrival. His attention remains fixed on the papers in my hand. I can feel it like pressure between my shoulders, a quiet, predatory focus that sends a chill tracing down my spine. Letting him linger near the teenagers - near Persephone - feels dangerous in ways I cannot fully articulate.

So I move. Just a step at first, angling myself away from them, toward the deeper shadows of the ruin. A silent invitation. A calculated risk. If he follows me, they’re safer. Stone crunches faintly beneath my boots as I walk, my pace measured, unhurried. I do not look back. I do not need to. I can feel him there. “They are just sketches,” I say lightly, glancing down at the papers in my hand. “Structural notes. Pattern mapping. I like to understand spaces before I trust them.” It is true. Just not the whole truth.

We pass beneath a fractured archway, the chamber behind us fading into dimness. The walls here are carved more deeply, grooves spiraling inward like frozen currents. I slow, studying them, tracing the flow of the lines with my eyes. “This place is not random,” I continue. “The geometry is deliberate. Repetitive. Almost recursive.” I pause. “Someone wanted visitors to move in very specific ways.” A breadcrumb. Nothing more.

My fingers tighten subtly on the sketches. “As for the Codex… if it exists, I doubt it is a single object. More likely a construct. A convergence. A system designed to filter intent.” I let that hang in the air between us. “People like to imagine ancient power as something simple,” I add. “A book. A device. A weapon. But truly dangerous knowledge is rarely so convenient.” I drift a few steps farther into the passage, giving him every reason to remain exactly where I want him - beside me, away from Persephone, away from the others. “Whatever waits deeper in this ruin it will not reveal itself to force.” Another truth, carefully chosen. If he wants answers, he will have to walk with me. And if I am careful enouge he will never realize just how little I have actually given him.

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Xitli Sacul

Xitli Sacul · Feb 4, 2026

Location: Rakata Prime
Objective: Investigate the Ruin
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Liin Terallo

Persephone Dashiell

Notable Equipment:
Tlapixqui

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None

Satisfied with his cleaning regime, the Avali turned his tail sweeping through the tunnel behind him. Minus a few lumen, that cast a pale shadow the passage was barren. Within this sanctuary of steel and stone, the bare walls had been untouched by time, tasting the air he picked up scents both fresh and ancient, much of the air seemed to cycle through here which wasn't wholly unsurprising. To his understanding, the Rakatan weren't a humble people, they were warriors, conquerers, and scienctists. Atleast one of those was applicable to his kind, and he knew the value of trophies dedicated to one's achievements.

If these Avali halls, anywhere that saw regular foot traffic would be adorned with valuable arts, stories carved into stone, and fixtures that would a hutt jealous and he saw none of that here. Perhaps, it was a service tunnel, or it's architects never expected anyone to be here, that might suggest a tomb or something secret and valuable, and from what he learned so far this seemed the most likely outcome. Xitli walked forward, following the gradual slope down towards the heart, his eyes steadily adjusting to the darkness.

And yet despite all these things, he didn't feel alone. On the contrary, there something to the air, a presence, a voice, a scent. It wasn't anything like the what they had found Makeb, that was as flashy as it was obstructive, this one was secretive and felt like chasing a Quetzal through the coral reefs he was raised in. He dismissed the idea, chasing something without substance was like researching the conceptual foundations that built the universe, it took centuries, if not millenia of resources and research, and even then it was usually achieved by chance encounters.

Soon, the Avali had found discovered light. He came out into the rooftops of a chamber, voices echoed from below and he turned again into the serpent slitering forward to poke his head down into the room below. He recognised Khan @Terallo immediately, her eyes focused upon another presence that approached somewhere beneath him and out of sight. She seemed ruffled, her stance was defensive necessarily, but cautious like a animal taking measure of an intruder. She was distracted, a perfect opportunity to strike and perhaps capture, but he didn't have the heart. He needed a win, but not one borne through betrayal so foul. How would that look to his future mate?

He rested his body, watched and listened hoping to glean some advantage that might give him the key.

Designed by Lossa Darcuhl

Vexorion · Feb 5, 2026

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Torture Me - Davey Suicide

Location: Rakata Prime
Objective: Ascertain the Truth of the Codex
Tag:

Xitli Sacul

Their happy reunion, their calmness from recognition, all of it fell away from him like mist before a grave wind. His hollow gaze was fastened instead upon the papers clutched in the woman's trembling hands; clutching it tightly against her chest.

He moved when she moved, silent as a coffin lid closing, transfixed not by her, but by the dreadful knowledge she carried.

Her voice quivered through the corridor as she spoke of the Codex. The ruin's hallways itself seemed to listen. He followed close behind, boots gliding across the gravel floor without echo, his presence an eclipse upon the periphery of her awareness. She described the Codex from her personal theory, but at the mention of construct, a device, he turned his eyes fully on her.

At last, his voice emerged; soft, measured, carrying no blade within it, yet heavy with burial soil.

"If this Codex could be a construct, it could be dangerous, like a weapon in the wrong hands. I ask you, what would your course of action be? Hide its discovery? Wield its knowledge to unlock untold powers, to rule the galaxy, perhaps? Or destroy it?"

His gaze lowered briefly to the papers, then returned to her profile.

"But you cannot lose it, by any means, not but clumsiness, nor absentmindedness, or by accidental death or otherwise. Because if you do not choose one path, somebody will most certainly choose one of the other two."

As they walked, his expression did not change, his silence was long and funereal, but within the sepulcher of his thoughts, something stirred. He wondered which fate, or some other, she would choose, and whether it would spare her.

For in the black recesses of his mind, where ambition coiled like a patient serpent, he already knew which choice he himself would make, should the Codex ever pass fully into his keeping.

"But I am not one to grow enamored of mysteries and cradle legends as though they were gospel," he chuckled, a thin, crooked smile bending his lips behind his mask.

"No. I much prefer proof, something one may touch, measure, and dissect; lest we all start trembling at shadows like children afraid of the dark."

Liin Terallo · Feb 7, 2026

I stepped into the adjacent chamber to think. The ceiling lowered sharply here, fractured crystal veins glowing faintly within the stone, casting uneven light across the papers in my hands. The lattice sketches shifted as I moved, their geometry catching and distorting the glow, patterns within patterns unfolding the longer I stared at them.

I slowed. Then stopped. Not because of him. Because the ruin itself felt… wrong. Pressure gathered where no pressure should exist, subtle distortions in the air tugging at the edges of my awareness. The Codex, if it lay anywhere nearby, was not dormant.

I turned, holding the papers closer to my chest, careful not to crease the edges. “Every civilization that discovers something transformative believes it will be the one to handle it responsibly,” I said quietly. “They tell themselves that restraint will come naturally. That wisdom will outweigh hunger.” My gaze lifted briefly to the collapsed arches, the eroded inscriptions, both the hollow remains of choices already made long before I arrived. “They are always mistaken.” I looked back toward him. “If the Null Codex exists, and if it truly is a construct, then it isn’t a weapon. And it isn’t knowledge in the way we normally understand it.” My fingers tightened slightly around the papers. “It is a framework. A lens through which reality itself can be reinterpreted and… rearranged.” The words tasted dangerous to me. “To hide it would only postpone what follows. To wield it would guarantee it. And destruction assumes that such a thing can even be destroyed.” I exhaled slowly. “So I choose understanding. Not possession. Not dominion. Not fear. Just comprehension. Because only then do real choices exist.”

Silence stretched, both heavy and watching. “My work is fragile,” I added softly. “And so am I. That is why I keep it analog. Why I walk carefully. Why I observe before I act.” The confession slipped out before I could stop it. “If I did not have the ability to see patterns where others see chaos, no one would be hunting me. My mind is the threat. My mind is what they all wish to exploit.”

I turned again, resuming my slow advance into the chamber, each step deliberate as the ruin’s geometry twisted subtly ahead. The air pressed tighter here. And beneath that pressure, something waited.

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Xitli Sacul

Vexorion · Feb 7, 2026

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Torture Me - Davey Suicide

Location: Rakata Prime
Objective: Ascertain the Truth of the Codex
Tag:

Xitli Sacul

As they crossed the threshold into the adjoining chamber, his hollow gaze lingered upon her, noting the subtle stillness that had taken her; as though her senses had strayed beyond the mortal veil to taste the tremor of something unseen in the air.

"It is never wisdom to dismiss the notion of a thing made weapon," he began in cold, cryptic timbre, "not while the galaxy continues to falter and dim beneath the slow-drifting pall of a Sith veil."

A pause, thin as a grave-breath, followed before he inclined his head in austere concession. "Yet I yield to your discernment for now; you are the more qualified to read the omens that stir in this haunted atmosphere."

The woman's words lingered within his mind like the echo of a bell tolled in some sunless crypt, each syllable circling the abyss of his thoughts without rest as they ventured further into the chamber. He pondered what the Codex might truly be, not merely only a reliquary of knowledge, perhaps never meant for the uninitiated gaze, but something more.

"You speak of this Null Codex as if it's some holy relic," he said at last, his voice low and edged with contemplative frost. "A framework, a lens through which reality itself might be bent and rearticulated, tell me, can it be made possible by the knowledge it holds, and those papers are the key? And what patterns do you see dancing in your mind where others can not?"

Then he remembered something else, and his gaze fell upon her with an intensity that seemed to pierce through shadow and flesh alike. "Who hunts you," he demanded quickly, each word clipped and relentless.

Persephone Dashiell · Feb 10, 2026

Persephone raised an eyebrow as Liin went on about being hunted for her knowledge. Two others were here now - a bird and a weird guy in a cloak - and Persie wondered if these were the hunters. Neither seemed to be trying to actively kill her in the moment. Should they intervene? Persie didn't even know what intervening would actively look like.

She turned to Kiran, looking confused. Shoulders raised in a shrug as if wondering what to do next. They didn't expect this. She didn't expect it. Other people sure but not like this. Other people scrambling for artifacts but no one she would have known. Or rambling on about being hunted for knowledge. Persephone wondered if Liin was having some sort of breakdown. Not uncommon with these science types.

Reaching in her back pocket, she pulled out her datapad, using it to communicate with Zee, who seemed equally confused behind them.

Zee, alert my cousin that his friend is having some breakdown, will you? That she claims she is being hunted. Maybe he can put his Jedi powers to work for good for a change.

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Vexorion

Liin Terallo · Feb 13, 2026

I did not answer him at once. The Codex thrummed faintly beneath my boots; not sound exactly, but pressure. A distortion in the air that brushed against my senses like static before a storm. “I do not call it holy,” I said quietly. “Holy things demand devotion.” My fingers tightened slightly around the edge of my notes. “This demands containment.”

His question followed, sharp and unrelenting. Who hunts you. The words did not wound. They pressed.

“Black Sun,” I said first, steady but softer than before. “Imperials. Corporate directors who measure worth in patents and control. Jedi who believe I am trespassing into sacred architecture.” A small pause. “And others,” I added. “Those who do not understand it… but want it anyway.” I exhaled slowly. “I will not sell this,” I said, and there was no hesitation in that. “And I will never publish it. The moment it becomes public, it becomes weaponized.”

The air shifted. Subtle. But undeniable. A tremor moved along the chamber wall. Faint ripples passed through the metal as though it were no longer entirely solid. The fractured light patterns above us flickered, refracting into impossible angles before smoothing again.

I felt it brush against me. Not hostile. Not welcoming. But responsive.

“I move alone,” I continued, quieter now. “Because proximity becomes leverage. Anyone beside me becomes a target. Anyone who aids me becomes a bargaining chip.” My gaze drifted toward the adjoining chamber; aware of the young presence there, the uneven rhythm of held breath. “They already believe I am unstable,” I murmured, almost to myself. “It is easier for them that way.”

The hum deepened. Not louder, but deeper. Resonant. The papers at my fingers lifted slightly at the edges as if caught in a breath that did not belong to any of us.

I stilled. It was reacting again. Not to him. But to something beneath my words. “I do not fear being hunted,” I said, and this time my voice was almost fragile in its honesty. “I fear what happens if I am cornered.”

The air warped between us; a faint, translucent distortion bending the light along the Sith’s silhouette for half a heartbeat before snapping back into alignment.

I did not step away from it. “If they take my research,” I finished quietly, “they will not ask whether it should exist. They will only seek to control it.”

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Persephone Dashiell · Feb 15, 2026

Persephone listened to Liin. Eyebrow raised at Zee, and both shrugged. Persephone wasn't aware of most things in the 'verse and this was no different. She had much to learn but even trying to piece together context clues in this situation was difficult. Was Liin being hunted for her knowledge? Did she make this Codex item many were after? Or did she merely discover it in research? If so, why didn't she just come here alone and handle the situation on her own.

Persie couldn't see sentients just camped outside these ruins, waiting for treasure hunters. Wasn't even in a terribly popular area.

By now, the teenager was abandoning why she came down into these tunnels. She came for artifacts but it seemed the more pressing issue of the day was Liin. Now if she made a bit more sense, Persie would merely get what she needed and be on her way. Yet now Liin was rambling in her eyes. Did no one else see this?

"Miss Liin? You want some help?" Big emphasis on help. "Maybe an escort back to the surface?"

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Xitli Sacul |

Kiran Arlos · Feb 15, 2026

Liin Terallo

Xitli Sacul

Vexorion

Kiran Arlos watched Persephone offer help, and he kept himself steady as he read Liin's posture and the way the device seemed to drink in the room's light.

He took a slow step closer to Liin, careful not to startle her, placing himself where he could react if she moved wrong but still look like he meant peace. His hand came up, open and unarmed, extended toward her in a simple, human offer.

"We can help you back to the surface," Kiran said quietly.

His eyes stayed on her face instead of the artifact, while he held his hand there and waited to see if she would take it.

Vexorion · Feb 15, 2026

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Torture Me - Davey Suicide

Location: Rakata Prime
Objective: Ascertain the Truth of the Codex
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Xitli Sacul ...

Persephone Dashiell ...

Kiran Arlos

Vexorion circled through the chamber as she spoke, his footfalls soundless upon the cold stone, memorizing her tale of pursuing organizations like a specter orbiting a dying star. He halted only when her voice faltered, the silence between her words swelling vast and suffocating.

In a voice steeped in venomous antiquity, his feline eyes, becoming brighter, now gauged her more closely. "It's these 'others' who pose the greatest threat to you, to this Codex, even your research; they reek of exploitation."

His tail twitched slightly, slowly coiling down as he added, "No doubt their dread shadows, just as the Jedi I would assume, already have plans in motion if they suspect just a whisper of truth to the Codex existence, if they already know of your research."

A low, unearthly sensation began to stir within him, as the one called Liin began to speak. It was that of a deeper current which moved beneath all living things; a humming tide coursing through him and through the Force alike.

His gaze fixed upon the paper trembling in the woman's hand, though no wind stirred the chamber; its edges quivered as if in fearful recognition, whispering against themselves with the hush of sepulchral wings. He listened still, her words filled with passion, as the air around him thickened, heavy with unseen pressure.

He stepped nearer the adjoining chamber, drawn as if by an invisible tether, pondering what she was seeing, or felt; the former being obstructed by her and the rapidly approaching teens. The lights overhead warped and bent upon themselves briefly. The two teenagers now hovered beside the woman, their voices filled with concern, asking if she required help, an escort to the misunderstood safety of the surface.

"Curious."

He held no remorse for his wicked deeds, nor did he believe in or seek out redemption or atonement for said wicked deeds, salvation would crumble at a mere peek of what lives behind that mask, what nightmares breathe among his eyes. And as he stood there amongst all this flourishing chaos and revelations and possible future outcomes, he made a choice.

Slowly, with ritual deliberation, he laid his hand upon the hilt of the lightsaber fastened to his belt; not igniting it, but resting there in a gesture of solemn vow rather than threat.

"If you stand truthful to your words, do not publish it, do not sell it, and the Codex remains a myth, a graveyard tale consigned to fearful whispers, or lost to all but who stand here," his voice cold, devout, and bound to a brief conviction, "Then your research will remain yours, safe from my paws. But this Codex, I still wish to see it's existence, now that we share a secret."

Liin Terallo · Feb 16, 2026

The concern in their voices reached me as though through water. Help. Escort. How curious that after all these years of being hunted, cornered, dissected in boardrooms and laboratories alike, I should now look like the one in need of saving.

My fingers tightened around the papers in my hand. They trembled;not from fear, but resonance. Recognition. “You are misunderstanding,” I said softly. I lifted my gaze from the artifact at the chamber’s heart and instead turned slowly, deliberately, to the walls around us. The carved lines. The veins of ancient etching that webbed outward across stone older than any Republic, older than any Jedi temple. I raised my hand - not toward Kiran’s, though I saw the gentleness in the gesture - but toward the chamber itself. “It is not an object.” My fingertips brushed one of the etched grooves. It was cool, silent and waiting. “The Codex is not something you carry away. It is not a holocron. It is not a relic.” I let my hand fall slightly, indicating the adjoining passage, the spiraling inscriptions, the geometry layered into the architecture itself. “It is the walls. The corridors. The structure. The pattern.” The entire lower chambers were the Codex. A language written not in words, but in absence.

As if stirred by acknowledgement, a low, almost imperceptible shift moved through the air. The hum that had been coiling beneath my skin; that subtle tension I have grown far too accustomed to feeling around Force users faltered. Flickered. Then silence. Not the silence of sound. The silence of current. It was as if the tide had withdrawn from the shore in a single breath. The pressure that always exists in the presence of those attuned to that deeper stream… thinned. Not violently. Not painfully. Just .... gone. For a heartbeat. Then two.

The chamber lights steadied. The warping above us ceased. The oppressive thickness in the air unraveled like smoke in a breeze.

I inhaled slowly. “There,” I whispered, more to myself than to them. The Codex did not amplify the Force. It withdrew it.

And then, just as gently, the current returned. Faint at first, then settling back into it's familiar undercurrent.

I looked at Vexorion then, at his hand resting upon his saber hilt. At the conviction in his words. “It cannot be sold,” I replied quietly. “It cannot be published. To replicate this structure would require knowledge most would misuse. To announce it would invite armies.” My gaze softened, just slightly. “I did not come to take it. I came to understand it.” And I had. The pattern was etched into my memory now. The geometry. The ratios. The way absence could be engineered. The way the Force could be persuaded to step aside.

The teenagers hovered close; uncertain and earnest. I finally turned back to Kiran’s outstretched hand. For a moment, I hesitated. Not because I feared them. Because accepting help has never come naturally to me. But I had what I needed. And lingering here would only draw more attention.

Slowly, carefully, I placed my hand in his. “Yes,” I said with the faintest trace of fatigue slipping into my voice. “An escort would be… appreciated.” My gaze flicked once more around the chamber.

The Codex did not glow. It did not pulse. It did not beg to be claimed. It simply waited. Let it remain a graveyard tale. Let the myth sleep. For now.

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Xitli Sacul

Xitli Sacul · Feb 19, 2026

Location: Rakatan Prime
Objective: Investigate the Codex
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Liin Terallo

Kiran Arlos

Notable Equipment:
Tlapixqui

Retinue: None

Patiently Xitli stalked and observed. As was typical of his business partner, she had drawn a colourful flock to her side. One brought a flicker of recognition to his avian eyes, although they had never spoken, he recognised her presence from a party a few cycles ago. The meeting of her gaze brought his feathers to attention and faint hiss parted his beak. Evidently, his attempts to remain concealed higher into the structure had failed.

She was accompanied by a friend, a companion, perhaps, who offered Khan Terallo an escort to the surface. Then, there was the cloaked figure, another Sith or Jedi, he didn't care to know or involve himself in their theological crusades on the definition of a power beyond his species reach. Although he could doubt their sensibilities, he couldn't doubt their strength or the power they possessed.

Seeing them reach for their weapon, Xitli tensed. If they intended to attack her, he would spring into action but he sensed no malice, not in the same way that 'lord of hunger' character threatened, but while his eyes scanned the party beneath him, his ears listened and his hopes diminished.

He couldn't transport a ruin; least of all could he use it as tribute. He might be able to sway a female intrigued by science or engineering, but passage demanded something more material, and he very much doubted Khan Terallo or anyone here was willing to share. And once again, the temptation, desperation, was there to swoop in and try to capture the architect of this adventure, but she was shielded with a circle of individuals, at least one of them capable of endangering his life and that was before considering the betrayal.

But if not now, then when? He hadn't come here to return empty-handed. Narrowing his focus upon the subject of his disappointment, Xitli, through his glamour (Force), projected words into her mind.

~Khan Terallo, I do not believe you came here to study architecture. What is this smokescreen protecting?~

Xitli steadied and prepared himself, tracing his steps back towards the most obvious escape route. The probabilities and outcomes of his potential betrayal.

Designed by Lossa Darcuhl

~ ~ Telepathy

Persephone Dashiell · Feb 25, 2026

Persephone rolled her eyes at the mention of the one guy in a mask stating they 'shared secrets' now. Just a lame line out of a holofilm and one meant to sound cooler than they actually were. Plus, it just seemed like a way to guilt trip someone to giving up information. It was a tactic she herself had used before.

Instead she looked to Kiran, giving a small nod. Kiran and Zee would help with the escort back to the surface. When Liin was ready, and Persephone hoped that was soon. She didn't like the vibe that someone was trying to use Liin for greater knowledge they didn't need. Just seemed very odd to her.

"Kiran, you can help Liin when she's ready. Zee, you too. I'll walk behind and keep an eye on the Masked Wonder over here."

Persephone couldn't see the other waiting in the darkness, sending a telepathic message to Liin.

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