"There Once Lived A Man Named Bane"

[Darth Ayra]

"There Once Lived A Man Named Bane"​

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| [member="Darth Lykos"] |

Chandrila was an agricultural world in the Core Worlds. It was well known to it's neighboring systems for exporting foodstuffs and importing technology, such was the Chandrilans fascination with the marvels that came from Coruscant, Kuat or Corellia. It was lesser known in the Outer Rim Territories, but companies such as Chandrila Group and Chandrila DataTech had made some shipments as far as Antecedent and Obredaan. Hanna City was it's capital, with smaller and more rural cities (regarded as more as towns to outsiders), such as Emita and Nayli, making up it's main places of destination.

Darth Ayra was stood upon a cliff that overlooked the Silver Sea. Fishing boats dotted the water, with the capital looming in the horizon. Ships came and went from the spaceport in Hanna City. The cliff itself was made out of rocks and granite, that was slowly eroding into the sea. There was a cave behind the Dark Lord, but she had paid it no attention. There was just enough room in the area for her to stand, but it was difficult to navigate a way up to the point that she stood. It was a perfect isolated place for two Sith Lords to discuss the future of their respective organisations, out of the prying eye of the One Sith, Galactic Alliance and the Jedi.

In recent months, the Dark Lord had met with [member="Darth Ophidia"] and @Darth Ferus, edging closer to uncovering the enigma of the Sith Assassins that she desired. Darth Ayra would welcome Darth Lykos and they would talk. Subjugation was on the mind of the former, and she assumed that Lykos would be unwilling to concede to her machinations, but in the end, she always got what she wanted.

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Darth Ayra. That was the name that Xavka had been obsessing over for the past few days, spending his nights sleepless and without rest, letting the twilight hours slip away before fading in the daylight before continuing to slave over the information that he had brought with him even as the sun crossed the sky before the cycle repeated itself. Drawing upon the harsh training of his youth and the ever present companion that was the Force itself, Xavka had forced his body to function past its limits, to push past the tempting whispers that could be found in the rest he ignored in pursuit of research. He had been on Chandrila since the request had been made for a meet between himself in his guise of Sith Lord (for it would not do for Xavka to let the truth of his Rank be know, all that would welcome was for him to be looked down upon by those he would have to deal with) and leader of the Sith Assassins and a true Lord of the Sith and, apart from briefly scouting the meeting location, Xavka had devoted his time to carefully going through the files that his Master, Darth Ophidia, had compiled about Ayra.

The woman was ambitious, there was no doubt about that. While on the surface her request that the Assassins accept contract from her was simply that, a request that was meant to serve as a branch between the shadow based organisation and the Lord, Ophidia had expressed her suspicions as to what Ayra's true intentions were, suspicions that Xavka had to agree with; that the Sith Lord sought to rip control from the one that led the Assassins, currently Xavka, and bring the group under her heel to be her personal attack dogs. While Xavka did not have much experience in the field of politics, much preferring a more simple and straightforward approach to dealing with issues, he was resolute on not bowing to the woman's machinations.

Gliding across the edge of the cliff, skirting close to falling over the edge and into the waters bellow, clad as he usually was in loose robes that concealed any outline of his figure and impression of the weapons he carried with the hood drawn so that a shadow was cast over his face, obscuring his features, Xavka footsteps made barely a sound as bared, claw tipped feet impacted against the granite. Just as his movements were near silent while approaching the Sith Lord, so was his presence within the Force as he employed a mix of techniques to hide, disguise and shrink his Presence. In doing so, Xavka was embracing the creed that he lived by as an Assassin; to live as if he was a fleeting shadow glimpsed out of the corner of an eye and nothing more.

Bringing himself to a standstill next to the Darth Ayra, Xavka briefly turned his head to face the smaller woman, running his lone eye across her body seeking to spy and flaws in her posture that would speak of her thoughts that she sought to hide and finding none currently, a result that was not surprising, before casting his gaze to the sight that Ayra was looking at herself; the Silver Sea. Making no move to initiate conversation, Xavka simply stood there, waiting for Ayra to make the first move as he steeled himself for the game that was about to begin.


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OOC Note: Sorry for taking so long to get this post up.

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Darth Lykos"] |

Stood in such a secluded area, away from the prying eyes of the technology obsessed Chandrilans, Darth Ayra was acutely aware that she stood in a perilous position. For most people. In her dealings with the Sith Assassins, she had encountered their unique skill set and found them wanting. Darth Ferus, who had been on board the Initium for all that time, during the Romeo Sin debacle above and on Eclipstica. Darth Ophidia, who had met with the Dark Lord in an secluded area of Coruscant, and who Ayra was near certain to have had enough assassins watching their meeting, if Ophidia had given the order, she would not be alive to meet with the newest leader of the sect.

But Darth Ayra was no ordinary woman. Ferus and Ophidia could have killed her. But they had decided not to. And it was under the machinations of the Dark Lord that neither assassin, nor the one she was set to meet with on the cliff, were going to assassinate her. It was because through strength, Darth Ayra had gained power that was a desirable quality, of which Ferus had certainly recognised and Ophidia, in her benevolent wisdom, had realised but subsequently never touched. She wondered if this man- Lykos- would do what his predecessors had not.

"Beautiful, is it not?" spoke Darth Ayra. Maintaining her posture, the Dark Lord kept her back to the Sith Assassin as he watched her. She was powerful with the Force, and over the course of her interactions, had learned to uncover the deceptive qualities of the Sith Assassins. It was their breathing, however soft, rabid or shallow that alerted the Dark Lord to their presence. She could literally feel the intake of air, as it recycled through the Human anatomy and then exhaled as carbon monoxide.

"I am Darth Ayra. And it is time for us to realise the promise of the Sith."