Private The Taurannik Theorem

[Darth Temerant]

THE TAURANNIK THEOREM
PART I

Laws of the Lethe

TAGS: Sofiel ​

Temerant grabbed a tool from his belt, putting it to the apartment's door's control panel's slot. There was a whirling sound as it lodged, before the numbers on the screen bleeped in quick succession, before settling on a combination, the entry sliding open.

"Hmph. You know, I could've done that for you, Master," X3, Temerant's protocol droid and right-hand-man, whined from his command post back at their vessel.

"Yes. And not only would it have taken longer, but also involved a lot of self-congratulatory, snarky remarks," Temerant countered as he entered the small apartment.

"Apologies Master, but I am having trouble computing the issue there," the droid suggested wryly.

Temerant knew the apartment would be empty. It was small, and running a finger along the kitchen's counter, he found not a trace of dust. The living room it connected to was scarce, having naught but the most basic of ammenities, furniture and devices.

"Our girl is practical," the Knight Inquisitor noted. "Very minimalistic. This is just a place to sleep and eat, and it looks like any free time is devoted to her pursuits," he continued to observe.

"So you can relate, is what you're saying," the droid remarked.

Temeranted wrinkled his nose. "I have hobbies," he grumbled.

"Seeking to perfect yourself scarcely counts as a hobby, Master," the droid remarked. "Even your interests serve the notion of making yourself more efficient at what you do."

"I am having trouble computing the issue there," the man shot back, taking a quick peak in the woman's bedroom, before heading back into the living room, grabbing a book out of a shelf. He saw no connection between the topics they covered, the man quirking a brow for the fact, but making no comment on it as he turned on a light and sat on a comfortable chair, digging into it.

"...Are you just going to sit around?" the droid asked.

"Why not?" Temerant inquired. "I've still got some time until she arrives, following surveillance records. And I'm a guest. I'm not planning to assassinate her," he calmly pointed out, flipping over a page.

"I think you have much too broad a definition of the term 'guest', Master," X3 observed.

"And you have much too broad a sense of what constitutes propriety when you address me," the Sith countered as he continued with his light reading. "We all have our flaws."

 

[Sofiel]

She stared at her door.

Sith yellow eyes, focused solely on the screen there. Unblinking. Thinking. Someone had entered her apartment. That much was clear. Who, why. Sofiel wasn't a relatively known Sith, not yet. She needed to keep unknown while she settled in to this new role. A rival she didn't know about, perhaps? Her eyes lifted slowly, her face completely devoid of emotion. A black shadow moved, landed on her shoulder. Stood up to show the white mask of a face of her Familiar.

One. Inside.

Only one?

A hand reached up, tapping her code into the screen. Letting her door shunt open in a slight hiss before she stepped in. In the darkened doorway, her yellow eyes seemed to glow as she stared at the intruder. A calm smile eventually took over, though it never reached the emotionless cold eyes.

"I don't remember inviting anyone over. Who are you?"

Darth Temerant

 

[Darth Temerant]

TAGS: Sofiel
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The Sith closed the book shut, placing it down on the table in a leisurely fashion before leaning back against the chair, regarding his hostess. If there was any concern that he might be in danger, it was hard to tell, his body language speaking of a calm and collected confidence.

"Judging from what I have learned about you, I don't expect you ever invite people over, Miss Sofiel," the man remarked plainly. His black helmet, matching his equally dark attire, gave little insight as to what his own features might have conveyed in that moment.

He flashed a badge then, the insignia unmistakably identifying the fellow as a Knight Inquisitor. Enough to make most people piss themselves, but somehow, he doubted the woman would feel much too threatened by it. The fact that there were no outward signs of violence upon finding a stranger in her house already spoke volumes, her smile failing to match those cold, unsettling eyes, glimmering at him from the dark corridor. It reminded him of the way in which a predator's eyes would shine as they regarded him from the shadows, although the preternatural nature of her glow only spoke to an even greater danger than that posed by a hungry beast.

"Who I am is classified information until I decide otherwise. I do not yet know that you are the person I require, so for now my rank shall suffice. Now... why don't we talk about who you are?" he suggested instead. "You leave a small footprint, Miss Sofiel. And you are meticulous, of that I have no doubt. That is a good start, But it is my understanding that you are a proficient sorceress," he remarked, a finger idly pointing to the familiar that sat on her shoulder. "The question here is how proficient. I am looking for an Acolyte who is not only capable of being discrete, but has an advanced understanding of the occult," he let her know. Despite his relaxed demeanour there was a certain gravitas to his somewhat altered, husky tones, as if there was a fair bit riding on this for her, even if he had not bothered explaining why, specifically, he was looking for such an individual. "There are, of course, other criteria in play, but revealing such would be no fun, hrm? So go ahead," he made a rolling gesture with his hand. "Impress me," he practically demanded, the Sith seeming perfectly at home despite the fact that it was hers, as if she were in an interview or an audition of some kind, a hand cupping a fist as he sat in expectation.

 

[Sofiel]

Her eyes narrowed. Just slightly, as she stared at him. The briefest bit of emotion to slip through her mask before it was stamped down. Instead she stepped in further, from the darkness of her doorway to walk into the kitchen. She opened the fridge, casually gathered up some materials. Eggs, bacon, little bit of cheese and milk. She just set about making herself a meal while she listened to him speak. She only looked up to stare at his identification, just to study it. Then lowered her eyes to the bowl she was whisking in. Her familiar slipped from her shoulder, onto the floor.

Into it.

"Impress me,"

"Vorthruz."

At her command the Familiar emerged. From the wall behind the Knight Inquisitor. It's blackened wings spread wide, it's pale white mask of a face splitting apart down the middle. Revealing a black.. Nothingness. Not shadow, just nothingness. Then a spark of red. Crackling lightning, threatening.

"I don't know your full intentions, but would you like to test just how strong I can be?"

Darth Temerant

 

[Darth Temerant]

TAGS: Sofiel

​

Temerant turned his neck to stare at the void contained behind the mask, strands of crimson crackling in warning.

"WHAT THE KARK IS THAT?!" X3 came in through the comms, alarmed by the nightmarish apparition.

The Knight Inquisitor, however, remained calm.

"I suspect if we were to test that here you might force me to kill you before you kill me," the man suggested. There was, however, no arrogance dancing in his tones, which remained curt and matter-of-fact.

"You should definitely kill that thing. With extreme prejudice," X3 encouraged into his helmet.

Instead of doing that, one of the cabinets flung open, salt, pepper and a pair of pairing condiments floating through the air to come sit at her side. Naturally, the man had sifted through her belongings, and was rather unabashed about the fact. At least he was considerate - what little good that did.

"That is a curious trick," the man continued. "Vorthruz. I do not recognize the word, even though I am no stranger to ancient Sith. I assume it's its name?" he wagered. "Your little friend here seems to house some manner of entropic anomaly, and yet it is channeling a considerable amount of energy," he observed then. "I would be curious to see what happened if I tried to destroy it."

It was not a threat, but a genuine remark, born out of scientific curiosity. As far as Temerant was concerned, sorcery was but a manipulation of the established physical laws. Advanced manipulation, capable of bending even reality, sure, but at the end of the day, they were force-sensitives: bending reality to their whims was a fairly standard practice.

"Do it. Do it. Do it," X3 chimed in, excited by the prospect.

Temerant finally stood, approaching the woman. "My intentions are two-fold," he let her know. "I am investigating a case, and I require someone to fill in the gaps in my own knowledge," he admitted. "You are a potential candidate, and should I conclude you fit the bill, you shall be my aide during this investigation."

"I am already violently opposed to this notion," the droid let him know.

"And should your performance be adequate... who knows? I might be inclined to put in a good word, open the doors of the Inquisition to you, should such a thing interest you," he offered. It was, of course, a facetious comment: it was very much apparent by now he'd been scouting her. "Hrm. Careful," he gruffed. "You don't want to over whip those."

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[Sofiel]

"If you kill me, I'll just come back and haunt you."

It was meant to sound like a joke. Or at least most people would think of it like a joke. Anyone would normally say it like it was a joke. And yet, by her eyes alone and with the faint smile on her face, she was being just as serious as he was. Perhaps even more.

"Vorthruz is it's name. And it has no real power. All it's doing is channeling my own through a different point." She calmly reached out, taking up the salt to season her little scrambled eggs as it sizzled now in the pan. Her Familiar's 'face' closed shortly after, the red glow disappearing entirely. Vorthruz followed in suit, dipping back into the darkness of the wall. Sofiel paused for a moment, lifting her yellow eyes to watch him as he stood up, stepped over.

And smirked.

"Would you like to cook yourself, then? You've already familiarized yourself with the kitchen. Feel free to get what you'd like or need."

Darth Temerant

 

[Darth Temerant]

TAGS: Sofiel
​

The Inquisitor kept an eye on the amorphous being, making mental notes - yet taking her revelation with a grain of salt. Strong Sith often boasted about the depths of their power, but he found smart Sith, successful Sith were more prone to be misleading in that regard.

Speaking of which, it did not escape him that she'd entirely ignored his proposal, casually continuing with the preparation of her meal.

"I am good," he gruffed. "My caloric intakes are designed to fuel and optimize, not indulge. And I'm not here to instruct you on the finer points of cooking," he pointed out, his response blunt, in comparison to her almost playful remark. "Besides. If you saw my face without proper clearance, then I would definitely have to kill you," he pointed out. Once again, it was not so much a threat but a factual statement, the man commenting upon as one might note that the sky is blue. "It'd be a shame, as I do so loathe snuffing potential. But on the bright side, I'm sure you'd fit right in with the host of entities haunting me already. Colourful lot. Lots to say, although they are not much for privacy."

For a man in a nearly opaque helmet, his gaze seemed plenty eloquent as he leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossing above his navel. His words rang as banter, and though whether there were any 'ghosts' actually pestering him remained debatable, the man did not seem overly concerned with the notion: one did not reach his station without a staunch disposition towards horror.

"Besides, I am not keen on wasting time, Acolyte. I have stated my purpose in being here. You have a choice to make, and I won't be revealing any further details until I have your compliance," he pointed out. "I am satisfied that you will serve my needs, so you are either in, or you are out. Whichever you choose, you will have to deal with the consequences thereafter. But do be so kind as to make it snappy," he tried to force the issue. "My time is a valuable resource, and I don't have all karking day."

 

[Sofiel]

"You sound more like a robot than a person. Interesting."

She hummed a little in thought at that, reaching a hand up to rub at her chin as the other kept the scrambled eggs moving. She didn't want them to burn, even as he spoke his limits. Clearance. What an interesting thing mortals clung to, these hard rules. Interesting, and fascinating. Her smile grew just a little, perhaps a little too into the idea. Then, she poured the eggs out onto a plate, started to lift up the fork to take a bite.

"My time is a valuable resource, and I don't have all karking day."

"Oh, right. You'll eventually grow old and die. Apologies... .. I never did get your name, did I? I will assist. I am here only to help, after all. But at least tell me your name."

Darth Temerant

 

[Darth Temerant]

TAGS: Sofiel
​

Oh right. You'll eventually grow old and die.

I am here only to help.

Curious choice of words all around, the Inquisitor mused. If she was trying to put on some kind of mystery act for him, she had it nailed down. Though somehow, given what he'd seen so far from her and her lodgings, a rather more insiduous theory was forming in his head.

"Why?" the Sith did not skip a beat, despite his thoughts. "Knight Inquisitor is a perfectly valid form of addressal. Sir, if you must," the man let her know bluntly. "You know, where I grew up there was a belief that names were not to be given lightly. That in giving someone your name, you gave them power. And though I don't believe my nomenclature holds any mystical meaning, there was a measure of truth in this," he explained. "My name is not something you've yet earned. Now let's get down to business."

He did not give her a chance to respond, having been tapping on his wrist's holodeck as he spoke. A blue hologram perked up from it as he finished, showing what appeared to be a series of symbols defacing buildings and monuments. Six, to be precise, showing over and over again.

"From here on out, everything you learn is classified," he let her know, his gravelly voice dressed in a sense of finality. "As expected, not everyone in the Imperium has quickly subscribed to the new religious order. Malcontents and subverters are expected to pop here and there... and squashed," he remarked as he observed the woman's reactions. "These sigils have been popping up all over the place. The intelligence bureau has been so far, unable to reveal their meaning. Historians, cryptographers and other experts have been rather stumped by them. The popular theory is that they are some manner of code, or simply 'logos'. Of course, they were summarily wiped off the face of the galaxy, but not before we took holographic evidence and catalogued them."

The sigils seemed almost arcane in nature, all of them circular, following He tapped another few buttons, the display moving on to show the Sith Order's conquered worlds, lines drawing from them to display the places where the sigils were found.

"There is seemingly no correlation between them, other popular theory is that they are merely acts of vandalism, or 'turf branding'. Whilst I think there is a slight element of truth to the latter, I disagree," the man let her know. "I think they are attempts at triangulation," he explained. "Look what happens when I artificially simulate a simultaneous eclipse event in all of these planets."

Another few taps, and the display did just that. Suddenly, lines shot from there spots throughout the galaxy, symbols of the same nature beginning to coagulate around certain spots.

"Now, you may be wondering what the Hell this has to do with the occult. Well," he gruffed, inputting another command, only to display what could only be described as a ritual site. The room seemed to be made entirely out of reflective surfaces, all of them cracked. Mad scribbling seemed to overlay much of their structure, and amidst all of it, in the center, a sigil, an arcane circle, a ward that striked an uncanny resemblance to one of the icons he'd displayed moments ago.

"My predecessor had been investigating the rise of a cult that promised true liberation, as opposed to what the Sith code and doctrine has to offer. He believed they were a highly secretive and organized group, infiltrated in all levels of society. After my own investigations, I concur with his assessment. Reports indicate he managed to infiltrate the group, and accessed one of their rituals. When his higher-ups failed to receive word from him following protocol, a raid team was sent to the site. This is him now," another button tap.

On the display appeared a man seeming to sit in some manner of medical facility. His gaze was distant, vacant, all signs of emotion or intelligence gone, except for a disturbingly large, unnatural grin, jaw muscles swollen and overstretched as saliva dripped down his chin. It was like he was gazing at something that relinquished him of everything that made him sentient, leaving only a husk full of perverse joy. "And everybody else that was found at the site." Images of patients exhibiting the same signs began to flicker through the display.

"His personal holo-logs were somehow corrupted. Wiped during the event," Temerant finally remarked. "If there was any doubt that the two were connected, there is none now," he growled.

He paused at that, giving her a moment to process everything she'd just learned. Throughout the whole thin, his gaze had been trained on the woman, studying her reactions and own body language. Sometimes, revealing information could prove revealing in and on itself.

 

[Sofiel]

"Is that so?"

It was spoken as a question, not in sarcasm or some sort of snide remark as she took another bite of her eggs. They were good. Huh. At least she was able to cook things better than she thought she could. Some memories were still there for her to access. Some better than others, anyway. Another bite, and her gaze shifted to the holodisplay as Temerant lifted his arm. For the briefest moment, she simply stared.

Midbite, no less.

Then went back to her idle chewing. Swallowed. Her gaze narrowed slightly on the individual shown, not in hate or contempt. Study. Curiosity. The mad look on his face was.. Unsurprising.

"We should go to where these marks lead. If you want answers at least, Knight Inquisitor."

Darth Temerant

 

[Darth Temerant]

TAGS: Sofiel
​

"What else would I want?" he posed, then nodded. "We will. But if you were paying attention, you will note they're incomplete, if my theory is correct," the man remarked. "And I wish to investigate the site of the ritual myself before we pursue this lead. We know too little of our enemy, and I believe there is evidence that has been missed. Perhaps even a piece to the other puzzle," he proclaimed. "Fortunately, the site is on this very planet. In my speeder, we can make it there in under an hour," he noted. "Finish your eggs."

He canted his head then, giving himself another moment to study her. She was an... intriguing individual. Nothing outside of what he'd seen in the Order, and yet she was handling this in a fashion that was almost commendable. Calm. Cold. Exhibiting a level of physical fitness. So far, she was proving to be prime Inquisition material... even if that was not always the most flattering of observations.

"You have an interest taste in interior design," the man noted then. "Although if your intent was to suggest normalcy, you may want to make your book collection a little less scattered, topic-wise," he suggested. Of course, the factuality implied in his statement did not make it less speculatory, but that was the point of jabbing and probing, to confirm one's suspicions. He did not, however, wait for her to argue his meaning. "What made you interested in sorcery?" he asked then.

 

[Sofiel]

"Interesting."

There was a site on world? She hadn't heard of it. She should've heard of it. Or at least felt it. Sofiel took another bite to hide the frown that had formed. Finished her eggs as he ordered in a couple more bites before turning her gaze to the books around them. And once again she tilted her head in curiosity.

"So these aren't books people usually have?" No, no they weren't. But to her, they made sense. They explained every facet of normal life. How to fix a speeder, how to do math, philosophy. Every subject that a normal person would have. Just, no normal person would have all of them.

"What made you interested in sorcery?"

Sofiel blinked. Then turned her yellow eyes towards him. The calm smile returned.

"Sorcery is what your people call it. Though, there's is more of an attempt to imitate."

Darth Temerant

 

[Darth Temerant]

TAGS: Sofiel
​

The man quirked a brow behind the seemingly opaque helmet. Interesting indeed. The more they spoke, the more things seemed off with the girl. Her question, about the books, however, threw him off. She wasn't being argumentative. She didn't seem to be attempting coyness, or snarky, or even misdirecting. It seemed a perfectly genuine question.

And I'm the one who sounds like a robot...

Either she was an excellent liar -all the more reason to take her future under consideration- or there was something he was not seeing here. One way or another, he wasn't comfortable with either notion. He was an Inquisitor. He ate liars for breakfast. And more importantly, he was always in control, and the slight bouts of uncertainty she was bringing about did not make him feel like he had a full grasp of the situation. He let out a little gruff exhale at the though, yet as she elaborated on his question, they were replaced by even further confusion.

"Your people?" he echoed. "And what is that supposed to mean? Last I checked, we are one and the same people. We are Sith," the man grunted, a warning note to his words. Suggesting otherwise was dangerous, particularly to an Inquisitor. "But now I am intrigued," he conceded. "Do be so kind as to illustrate someone so patently illiterate in your mystical ways. Who would your people be then? And what makes your understanding of sorcery so superior to their pale attempts?"

 

[Sofiel]

"This body is Sith, yes."

She kept the smile even as she stepped past him, back towards the doorway. Sofiel clasped her hands behind her back, patiently waiting for him to accompany her to leave her home. Vorthruz itself emerged to land on her shoulder. A hand reached up to touch under it's mask, like petting under the chin of a pet.

"I'd very much like to get started. You'll find your answers as we investigate, I assure you."

Darth Temerant

 

[Darth Temerant]

TAGS: Sofiel
​

Even more cryptic responses. This was going to be a long day.

He canted his head. She'd left the plate, which striked him as awfully curiously. With a mental command, he put it in the sink, giving it a quick rinse as he returned the condiments to their proper place.

"How considerate, Master," X3 remarked.

"Shush," the Sith whispered into the helmet.

"Oh. Would you rather I called it obssessive compulsive? For a man of such remarkable savagery, you are exceptionally tidy."

"Diligent," Temerant countered. "There's a difference," he noted, the murmur faint from behind the helm.

"If you say so, Master," the droid shrugged it off.

Temerant moved to join the younger woman. "Let us be clear about something, Miss Sofiel," he began as they made way to the elevator. "You do not dictate the beats in this relationship. I am in charge, and I do not care for games, or whatever persona it is you think you're maintaining. I'm sure all the mystery and the coy smiles works wonders on your impressionable friends, but I am a Knight Inquisitor, and you are now under my purview. In the future, if I ask you a question, it is in your interest to answer. And to do so honestly," he noted bluntly. "You will find it is best if I find things out the easy way," he concluded as the elevator arrived.

The lift arrived soon enough, and yet, the Knight Inquisitor did not press the issue, for the nonce. Soon enough, they found themselves on the streets... only for him to lead her to a gorgeous, sleek speeder in a dark metallic silver. A few passerbys had stopped to look at the beauty: an extremely rare silvercore. Not as rare as the original models, nor the most low profile airspeeder in the galaxy, that much was certain. But Sith worlds were one of the few places where he could safely park and indulge in its use, and he'd just gotten the damned thing after years trying to get his hands on one, and he was going to be damned if he didn't get his money's worth back.

"I hope you enjoy flying," the man said as he moved to the driver's seat, hopping over the door and onto it. "Most people seem to find my driving a little much for their nerves," he let her know.

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[Sofiel]

She canted her head to the side, leaning against Vorthruz as the plate floated towards the sink. Huh. What an interesting person this Knight Inquisitor was turning out to be. She'd clean that out later, for sure. A mess was never welcome. Not in this home. The calm smile returned as he lectured her though, and she nodded. Slow and simple. "Understood. Though, in this case, I promise it will be easier to understand as we investigate."

There were some things best seen with someone's own eyes, after all. She followed after him, taking up her suit jacket to pull on and fix. Smooth it out, adjust her sleeves. Made sure everything was neat and tidy. She always wanted to look presentable.

She took a seat in the speeder, either uncaring or unimpressed by the quality or such it seemed to be. It was just another vehicle, another convoluted way for people to travel.

"Flying has never bothered me. These vehicles, perhaps they do. We will find out, won't we?"

Darth Temerant

 

[Darth Temerant]

TAGS: Sofiel
​

In some way, he was almost relieved that she displayed no fanfare for the speeder. His love for vehicles had very little to do with a desire to show off his wealth or to present himself in a more attractive fashion. If anything, it was a distinct downside: he did not like attracting attention to his person. Yet as always, her response bordered on the baffling. He did not think he had misjudged her intelligence, so perhaps it was a cultural thing. The galaxy was vast and a man could only know so much, not to know she was a distinctly hard to pin individual.

"That we will. I was just being polite," he admitted as he secured himself to the seat. "Seatbelt," he urged. "And you may want to hold on to that thing," he jutted his chin towards Vorthuz as he hit the ignition, lifting them into the air.

"X3," he addressed his droid more openly there. "Inform the authorities on site that I am on my way, and that I've a consultant with me."

"Right away, Master," X3 complied.

And with that... They were off.

Whatever obscenities were issued their way, the breakneck speed at which the vehicle moved was much too much for the sound to follow properly. The Sith bobbed and weaved between the vehicles in a fashion that surely broke every conceivable air lane law, soon branching off to take a short cut between two buildings that were much too narrow for them, placing the speeder at ninety degrees to rush through them. It was more than apparent that the fellow in black was very much enjoying himself, even if his attire and demeanour did nothing to give it away.

"We'll probably make good time in this traffic," the man noted - as if they were subject to traffic at all as he adopted a less than prescribed route. "Would you like to put on some music? Ask any outstanding questions about the case?" he asked, having to lift his voice a little. "Maybe share some childhood stories?" he suggested, although the question was thick with sarcasm.

 

[Sofiel]

"That's being polite?"

Another genuine question. She tilted her head at his order though. Seatbelt? It was only by observing him that she figured out what exactly he meant and buckled herself in. Admittedly with some difficulty, at first. Needless technology. Ah well. It seemed to please him, having this vehicle. And so far, well. There was a lot for her to learn from him, right? She kept the calm smile even as the shuttle took off.

Well, she did. There was an awkward moment as she instinctively reached out to take hold of something, anything. And annoyed glare towards her hand before it was pulled back and set gently in her lap.

Vorthruz on the other hand, seemed completely unphased by how fast the shuttle was going, despite still being on her shoulder. Almost like the laws of momentum didn't matter to it.

"I was born in a black void and don't remember much, at first. What of you? What was your childhood like?"

Darth Temerant

 

[Darth Temerant]

TAGS: Sofiel
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"That thing is entirely unnatural," X3 mused as the feedback from Temerant's helmet displayed a completely relaxed familiar. "And this girl is odd beyond belief. My probability matrix is having trouble creating a behavioral model," he whined.

At least, the Sith mused, she'd seemed unsettled for a brief moment. A small display of human reflex. A small victory, in his book, to be archived and analyzed as he built a profile on the woman.

"Right. I get it," the man rolled his eyes to her response, confusing it for sarcasm. "You know I will not share any personal details, so you're paying in kind. Maybe you even think the question is part of a test," he suggested. "But you're not an Inquisitor, Miss Sofiel. Not yet. And I could do without the snark," the man commented gruffly, despite his own display of such. "What my childhood was like does not matter. It was a stepping stone to becoming who I am today. Nothing more, nothing less," he remarked, equal parts cynical and pragmatic.

"Oh, look at that. My sensors are detecting a ninety eight percent level of practiced, jaded rhetoric. Keep this up and you'll perfect your brooding," the droid jabbed. "You're going to miss your left, by the way."

Temerant groaned slightly at the sass coming his way, before making a hard left, zooming past a building before diving into a free fall, several Gs of force hitting the pair in the car.

"Master! That is not the prescribed route!" X3 chided in alarm as airspeeders blurred past them, much too close.

"This is faster," Temerant gruffed.

"...That's not the point. I've told you a thousand times that giving yourself to the Force whilst you're driving is entirely unnecessary, and reckless and... Watch out!" he warned as a large truck headed on a direct collision course. Temerant lightly nudged the wheel, the vehicle twirling to only just miss the impact. If X3 had a heart, he was pretty certain he'd be going into cardiac arrest right now.

"You did that just to spite us," he grumbled as the man reincorporated himself into an air lane.

"Well, yes," the man conceded. "But it was fun, too."

"Nerf herder," the droid groaned.

"Bolt bucket," the Sith countered, amused.

 

[Sofiel]

"I was serious, however."

Sofiel raised a brow as she glanced his way. Though by what he was saying, she shouldn't be so honest. Alright. Another lesson to learn and keep track of for her integration within this Sith Order. Then they turned. Again the body acted on it's own, reaching out to take hold of something as surprise etched into her features. And she frowned, shortly after. Control was important. It was everything.

".. Do you often talk to and insult yourself?"

She raised a brow, glancing back towards him. Ignoring the dread in her heart as he surely continued to break all manner of traffic laws.

Darth Temerant