Private To Friendship or Foeship

[Vinya Shikoa]

Location: Argul; D'Aelgoth sector; Mid Rim

Smoke still hovered over the fields, drifting across the areas that had been razed by the various blaster fire and ordinance that had deafened the area until only moments ago. Vinya could still hear the ringing of the final explosions, near enough to cause him to flinch in response. No matter how much he'd shaken his head, he couldn't seem to clear away the feeling and sound. He could feel himself sigh, but the noise escaped his awareness, at least for the time.

"So, this is the great power of the Sith. The destroyers of worlds, of all things that stand in their way." His boot met the immovable form of someone who had passed away on the field, a cold and lifeless body that may once have been trying to kill Vinya, or save him. He couldn't quite tell - he barely remembered those who had been fighting alongside him in this conflict. He'd come to learn one thing among his tenure with the Sith forces; there was no friendship, no trust, no experience that could be considered pleasurable by those engaging in it. "A collection of connectionless individuals, all fighting for more power, more control...always afraid to lose it all."

His head shifted to the side as something approached from his left. Blindfolded, he could make out only the shifting auras that represented those wrapped within the Force, a brightness standing out against those around it. He'd dealt with some of the Sith already. Capable warriors, if arrogant. Not infallible by any means, and easy enough to dissuade with the right words. This one, however, he didn't recognise the feel of; a new face to his mind's eye. He braced himself, wondering what they could possibly want with the littered field of dead. Perhaps come to desecrate those who are already gone. Distasteful.

"Hail, Sith. Why do you walk these empty fields?" His voice was emotionless, a collection of words that help no joy or hatred within them. A void, to those who relied upon emotion to determine their enemy's intention. A bane among Sith, who relied upon their own emotions, and those they fought. A lesson he had learnt to use in his time among the field of conflict. Now, however, he was learning to use it off the field as well, in the hopes of continuing his employment as long as he could.

 

[Darragh Cearmada]

Hooded. Masked. Darragh looked more a spirit of Death than a Lord of the Sith as he ambled among the dead and dying, surveying the results of the battle he'd waged. The earth was desolate, littered with bodies who'd soon serve to nourish it once more were they not collected. All in the name of the Sith Empire.

Adilya had been sent away, Darragh's most prized pupil had other business he required her to attend to. A duel strike on the planet. Elsewhere, on the planet he could feel her, likewise ensuring that her mission was complete. It'd only be a matter of time before she holoed, confirming that the Alliance presence on the planet had been crippled. Not defeated, crippled. It would be many more grueling months before the Sith finally subjugated the people of Argul. But they'd be elsewhere in the galaxy by then.

A presence in the Force.

Someone besides Darragh still lived among the dead, it seemed. It bore no ill-will. In fact...more a void than an actual presence. How curious. Darragh did love a good mystery. "Hail, Sith. Why do you walk these empty fields?" the voice called from somewhere behind Darragh. The masked Sith turned and looked over his pauldron towards the voice. "I could be asking the same of you, Miraluka." Armed, but not threatening. The Miraluka was wise to not make such a mistake. Darragh turned back towards the sea of dead. "I lead the forces which fought here. I would be remiss to not lay eyes on the aftermath myself."

Vinya Shikoa