The Pilgrim - Bastion - Dark Lord's Palace

[Valut Amanya]

One must truly wonder -- would the Sith mind if I ate a few of their citizens?​

The pilgrim was alone in his journey, it seemed. His heavy metal feet thumped against the front stairs of the Dark Lord's Palace, his blackened staff ringing every two steps. The midday sun obscured the orange light coming from under the creature's hood, but it illuminated the intricate designs lining his light brown cloak. As he finally arrived at the top of the steps, he tapped his circle-topped staff on the ground twice more and spoke in an ominous whisper. "Show me, Sith."

Among the masses of people having come to catch a glimpse of the palace, there were few who might feel the ripple that pulled those who had a sense for the Force. When the Balmora called; his people would answer -- perhaps the Sith were not so different. Perhaps his reason for coming was truly worth it. His dark presence seemed to blacken the ground around him, and subconsciously the citizens of Bastion made way, allowing him space to stand alone as he waited for those he had traveled so far to see.

The Shard reached up and easily tugged back the hood of his cloak, allowing his orange inner fire to be revealed. The gold and orange dust swirled behind the glasteel port where the Shard's face should have been. Emotionless as a droid, and yet there was always a sense of something beyond the physical, beyond what the sheep skirting around him could see -- and that was where the power of the Shard lay. For no matter what the creature may say or do, his intentions and schemes are a step past comprehension; sometimes even his own comprehension. Insanity had a certain drive that kept so many hundreds of years adequately interesting.

Valut's mind was quiet, his body was still, but his presence pushed ever outwards, the ringing of his staff against the flagstones only growing stronger to those with the capacity to hear it.

 

[Chaca]

The call would indeed be answered - by a being far more unusual than one might ever have expected. A presence would approach slowly but surely, feeling at first like a disturbance in the force...from afar. As the being closed in, the vibration in the force would grow, and soon it would feel like there was a wound in the force approaching. This gap in the force...this black hole...was small - no more than 5 feet in diameter. But nonetheless it was a presence that was most unsettling to many force users.

Claws clicked against the hard floor as the creature approached. Centered within the gap...a place many would call a wound in the force... Was a small boy, no more than adolescent. A strange sight to behold, he was without a single material possession, as though the force had simply dropped him into existence here. As bare as the day he came to birth, the small white cathar approaches the mechanical being unafraid, the force guiding the creature closer to the shard, his blue eyes taking in the droid-like form.

The child spoke, and though his voice was soft, even cute...there was something ancient in his eyes. There was a wisdom twirled through his words that far surpassed his years. The force, despite its wound...despite its contrast...seemed strong with this one.

"I felt your energy, rippling outward in the force, like a stone dropped in a tranquil pond. What is it you seek, master?"

The boy spoke, his words serious and weighted.



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[Darth Prazutis]

Imperial Palace, Ravelin, Bastion

The Seat of the Sith Emperor.

The Imperial Palace dominated the skyline of Ravelin, it was by far and away the largest structure on all of Bastion.A restricted airspace above the colossal monument to the rule of order ensured only certain ships were seen. The occasional wing of starfighters swept through on a patrol every so often. The main floor of the palace itself was immense. It was airy, heavily illuminated one could even say it was beautiful. The great opening floor was crowded with imperial citizens meshed with officials from nearly every major agency passing through. All around it every accessway, patrolling through the crowd in heavy numbers was the stoic presence of security: Gelian Sentinels. These guardians were a dominant presence on most of the lower floors be it armored or uniformed, they ensured that order was maintained, and herded crowds in an orderly fashion.

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The very presence of the shard attracted attention as the crowds parted to give him room. The figure wouldn't have to wait very long before a uniformed sentinel approached with four armored soldiers behind him.

"Sir. Come with us."

 

[Valut Amanya]

I expected more than children to respond.
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Valut was puzzled. So often did he use his powers in the Force he often forgot he had sensors ingrained in his suit -- so it was an odd feeling when the Force was telling him less than his technology. His sensors picked up the Cathar and told him as much, but to make sure he wasn't being fed misinformation he used his staff to poke the furry creature. It was there, and yet not there. A wound in the Force perhaps? Something else? If Valut had eyebrows they might’ve been raised. "You were not meant to be called, but here you are... what are you, little lion?" His vocabulator tried its best to replicate a human voice, but it still came out as simply 'evil robot' with its deep and stilted speech.

It was less of a pleasant surprise when another group who had not been called approached. The Shard turned to the soldier who had addressed him, and the orange light seemed to flare and brighten within Valut. Even without expression, his posture and demeanor screamed aggressive disappointment. He might be insulted if he cared enough about these poor humanoids. With such fragile minds, Valut thought he might break them even just by projecting his voice into their minds. "You were not called. This child garners more of my attention than a million of you." His voice was much more human when he could use his Telepathy, and moreover it was more intimidating -- each word spoken by the deep and menacing voice reverberated through the soldiers' minds. "Bring me to someone worth meeting," he said, the note of command in his voice more distinct this time. He made it absolutely clear that their only option was to obey. If they didn't, well, the steps to the palace would become rather messy. To make his point even clearer, he slammed his staff down one more time. The path to the upper levels seemed to clear in front of him as the citizens of Bastion made way for the Balmora.

 

[Chaca]

Chaca stood still as the shard tested the boy's presence, using his staff. Chaca hadnt considered that his unique place in the force would render the droid-like being unable to detect him in many ways. The large round ears of the small cathar boy perked up as he was asked a question. It seemed like such a basic question - yet it is a question whos answer had eluded the boy for the entirety of his existence.

Giving some thought to the answer, the child spoke frankly, that same taste of hidden wisdom twirled into his words

"In my journey I have learned so very much, experienced so very much. But that is a question that even I am not able to answer"

Chaca didn't seem taken aback by the almost sinister robotic voice. Chaca was quite familiar with droid technology, and had learned early on never to judge a being by such traits.

As Chaca explained his unusual nature within the force to the best of his abilities, his blue eyes widened as security forces approached, intent on quelling any sort of confrontation that the shard offered.

The cathar backed up just a little. Chaca was noncombative whenever possible, but he suspected that the shard might be smearing these guards all over the steps if they didn't do what was asked. Uncertain of the outcome, the small cathar boy was listening, and watching each of the soldiers, along with the shard.


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