What Have We Here? (Nyra, interested TSOers)

[Velok the Younger]

MALACHOR V

"It irritates me that this world exists, Nyra."

They'd just disembarked from Velok's Santhe shuttlecraft. Now the broken landscape of Malachor stretched out before them, canyons festooned with dismal plant life. Scaled things shuffled in the crevices.

"This planet was destroyed, and like many others it was rebuilt before the Dark Age, by forces and agencies unknown. It remains a wound in the Force, to be sure, but the rebuilding was so high-handed, so...dispassionate. No respect for what it meant when this world was sacrificed. Some things should not be undone. Let alone defiled."

He whuffled in irritation and walked toward the Malachor Jedi Temple, the one that the Silvers had just spent so long building. But Grandmaster Heavenshield had ordered a complete withdrawal from the Sith worlds, and the Malachor Temple had been the utter lynchpin of that presence. Velok had little hope of finding anything transcendent. The Silvers were nothing if not acquisitive, possessive of their trinkets and toys: in withdrawing, they would have taken everything. But one could always find value in a Jedi Temple if one was willing to dig far enough.

Behind him came half a dozen Tyuksleen, large four-legged reptiles. They hissed in hunger.

[member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

Malachor. This planet had so much history and even more with Nulgath. He was birthed anew here. The dead breeze shifted over the planet and appearing on the cliff side Nulgaths red eyes seemed to stand out the most in the dim light. With the down fall of One Sith, new Sith factions had risen from shadows and with each rise and fall the ancient traditions of the sith grew weaker. Tarnished and forgotten. It sickened him to no end and yet his hesitation in assisting the new group of young sith showed his wisdom.

Stepping off the Cliff side the pale thin mans figure slowly floated down to the ground with a sinister grace. In the distance the rumored Whipid could be seen with a small army of reptile type creatures. The epicanthix could smell them from the five meters away.

" The Blind follow the blind.." he said aloud not caring who heard him.

[member="Velok the Younger"]
[member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss didn't consider himself a true member of the newly created sith order, as he saw the ancient rule of two as the only way the sith could become as powerful as they needed to be. Yet to gain enough strength to enforce the rule he had to be patient, very patient. He was plotting and scheming in the shadows, slowly gathering assets and allies for his plans, but the time for action still rested in the far future. Until then the only smart course of action would be to keep his head down and work with the other sith, maybe even use the structures to gain influence himself.

He was rather satisfied with this option, at least temporarily. The sith order had pushed the silver jedi from the edges of the sith worlds, something that found his approval after all. He had been to most of them, and while korriban always had been his favorite malachor was a close second place. The dead body of a planet ripped apart by all it had to live through, a place where the dark side was brooding under the surface since centuries ago.

Searching a jedi temple was something that suited his skills all to well, as he was knowledge and experienced when it came to uncovering secrets that had been hidden away. He also brought a valuable tool for the job: [member="Faith Highwind"], a brainwashed jedi loyal to his any word. Who would be better suited to search a jedi temple.

[member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Nyra Mazul]

Nyra skipped down the shuttle ramp after [member="Velok the Younger"]. this was all just a big holiday to her. On Ziost she had been a minor annoyance for the Silver Jedi, although in the end their folly and hypocrisy had given Nyra and her allies the victory. "It's a planet like many. Dead." Frowning Nyra looked over at Velok and smirked. There was a brief pause as Nyra looked around. "Things change, things are done and undone and what does it matter? In recent years how many Empires have risen and fallen? It is a chaotic universe my friend."

Even with rebuilding efforts there was little to commend the planet. "No museums or vaults," she paused. "The Jedi don't do vaults right? Now that would be interesting. Could you imagine what someone might put into defending a thing like that." She shrugged. It really wasn't such a big deal as to what was inside, it was more a matter of how exciting it would be to crack.

[member="Darth Abyss"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

The frail appearing epicanthix picked up his pace to question the Whipid [member="Velok the Younger"] and his new arriving ally at the shuttle. " What do you hope to find in a jedi temple, If i darn even call it that. It baffles me how the decision to build a jedi temple on a wounded darkside world could be passed and followed through." he asked while placing his hands behind his back. The darkside degradation had caused much of Nulgaths appearance to be rather haunting to look at. Each day it seemed to get worse too. A reminder of how the darkside effects all life in return for power.

Two red eyes then fell on [member="Nyra Mazul"] with a stoic tone. He had nothing to say to her as of yet. But inside his mind he could only chuckle at her last comment.

" Interesting." He muttered.

After all his talking he had forgotten one thing and didnt even know it. An introduction.

[member="Darth Abyss"]

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Nyra Mazul"]

"I have no doubt that the vaults, if any, have been stripped bare along with the rest of the place," said Velok. His claws clicked on the front steps of the barren temple. "There may be some limited loot to be found, but my main purpose is threefold."

The Tyuksleen surged ahead, vanishing into the temple with unusual energy. "For one, my creatures consume Light Side energy. Given enough time, they'll revert this place's aura to the way it was meant to be, while growing stronger themselves."

Velok paused in the doorway and turned back. "For another thing, I would like the Order, such as it is, to get a clearer idea of Silver Jedi architecture and design principles, so we're better prepared the next time we encounter a well-defended Silver enclave. And the third principle is simply thus: eventually they will be back. They will sweep this place for surveillance equipment, traps, surprises, monitors. They will find virtually everything. But virtually everything is not the same as absolutely everything, and then we may have some limited degree of eyes and ears within a regional Silver Jedi command post."

He entered through the front door and continued on.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Nyra Mazul"] | [member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"] | [member="Darth Abyss"]

Another figure had stepped out of the Santhe transport.

A little form, a thin one, yet in its litheness hid a sharpness second to few. Lord Fa took his time with the walk, little toes tip-toeing around the dirt and ground - feeling the earth and finding it wanting... no texture, no grit, just wishy-washy mud, it would take only a single burst of rain to wash away. Yet, looking at the sky, Tai wondered when the last time was that Malachor V had experienced a proper season of rain and storm.

Years ago, he assumed, back before it had been destroyed once in spirit, then twice in physicality. It was strange to him; why rebuild a world and then not try to restore it further to support life?

Behind him Vnut, his almost-eternal ursine bodyguard, followed suit. The Thirriken reached the party of Sith right at the tail-end of the conversation and he shifted his head slightly in brief thought.

"War is deception.​

And know your foe, know yourself.​

Wisdom trickled down."​

Fa quoted patiently, before following the warthog and the shapeshifter into the building itself. Fleye Tsu and Wingzi were two of the most revered philosophers of the Thirriken - though some said they hadn't actually existed and the quotes were just falsely attributed to them, Fa liked to think they did exist.

Made things far more interesting.

The Sith Peacock strutted towards the hallway of the Temple; it looked like a mess already. It seemed as if the Silver Jedi had been in quite the rush to get out of the Sith Worlds.

Robes trampled, broken dishes and even what seemed like a holocron dashed to pieces. What a waste.

 

[Atlas Kane]

Malachor V, a planet with quite the history. A great battle had taken place around this planet, many had lost their lives and the echoes of their screams could still be heard, their pain still felt, even millenia afterwards, but they were being drowned out. The Dark-Side was losing its grip on the planet, the Jedi and their enclave had been trying to mend the wound that had been created here, all those years ago when Revan's fleet had fired a massive weapon that caused the deaths of thousands upon thousands of people that had been fighting each other.

But now the Jedi were gone, temporarily at least. The Sith would have an opportunity to do whatever they wished on this planet, but going all out and defiling the Temple the Jedi had built here would be a waste of time. No, instead they would recover any useful information and equipment the Jedi would have left behind in the rush and plant their own surveillance equipment.

The tall, yet thin Sith Lord exited the Shuttle after the strange one whose species he had not encountered before left with his bodyguard. He would make sure to find out more about their species and culture at a later time, for now their priority was the Temple.

Keeping pace with the strange one, he arrived just as the Whiphid entered the Temple. It was intriguing, finally being able to enter a Jedi Temple that hadn't been abandoned for more than a couple centuries. What wonderful information they could gather here, it would certainly prove most useful to the Order and to himself.

[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Nyra Mazul"] | [member="Tai Fa"]

 

[Darth Abyss]

Abyss stepped on the inside of the temple, listing to what [member="Velok the Younger"] had planned for this expedition into the secrets of the silver jedi. It was simple, but undeniably smart, and even as someone who didn't really believed in the order as a whole he understood how much was to gain if they would follow his lead in this. He wasn't really interested into venturing to far inside the temple, and would rather prefer to document the structure and architecture of the place. Sure he would have to observe more than just the entry hall for that, but that why he had a pair of eyes with him that was loyal till her death, if she wanted or not.

He slowly dropped his body to the ground, crossing his legs in a meditative position, while his hands motioned to the bag strapped to his back. With a few quick movements he placed a large piece of paper in front of him, and his right was holding a pen.

"I will document the places structure. This one ..."

He motioned to [member="Faith Highwind"], the brainwashed jedi padawan that stood besides him with a blank and souless expression, shrouded in a black robe like her master.

"Shall be my eyes and ears for the parts further inside. I would suggest you trust her opinion on this place to some degree, she probably has an way easier time sensing anything in here than we all have."

Without spending another look on the group his hand began to move over the paper. At first he marked the simple outlines of the room, only adding in the most crucial parts of the structure into the picture.

[member="Darth Praetorias"] [member="Tai Fa"] [member="Nulgath Zardai"] [member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Striding towards the gathered group of Sith with long purposeful strides, Lykos ensured that the sound of his bared feet and sharpened claws impacting against the flooring would be perfectly audible so as not to startle the approaching Sith to the point of ignoring reasonable discussion, even as he form began to slowly fade into view as the Force Cloak he held tightly to his form was allowed to begin to dissipate, just as his Presence within the Force was released from the iron hold of disguise he held it in every so slightly. Emerging from one of the hallways that branched off of the main entry hall and lead into the depth of the temple, Lykos' form was hard to distinguish as the tattered robes he wore, still burnt from where lightsabers had cut through the thin cloth, were wore in such a way that they blurred his outline, allowing him to hide all manner of weapons from an analytic gaze.

Staring out from underneath the near unnatural shadows that were cast over his features by he hood he wore, leaving only the lower half of his face to be glimpsed, Lykos ran his lone, amber eye over the gathered group of Sith, attaching names to descriptions he had heard where applicable and taking careful stock of those he had never heard of or encountered before; for someone who dealt in trades of deception, stealth and information as a Sith Assassin, those that Lykos knew nothing of where always the greatest threats after all. Saying nothing in greeting, choosing to hold his tongue until either addressed by another or there reached a point where he would see a need to put forward his thoughts. Lykos simply added himself onto the gathering, albeit with a fair amount of distance between he and the being who was closest to him, sparing only a nod of greeting to [member="Velok the Younger"] as he did so.

Having been one of the few who had been fighting against the Jedi presence on Malachor V during the invasions, Lykos had yet to leave the barren and desolate planet, having chosen to first begin his investigation of the surrounding areas for any Jedi that may have had it in their minds to stay planetside and begin mapping out and disabling any outlaying defenses he came across. He had only just began to turn his attention to the interior of the Temple proper when he had senses the approaching group of Dark Siders. Deciding to join in with those that were now his allies over moving solo so as to begin compiling mental evaluations of members of the newest order of Sith where possible, Lykos had immediately made his way back towards the entrance of the Temple, him having not gone far yet making such a journey easy and quick. Which lead to him in the present.

[member="Nyra Mazul"] | [member="Nulgath Zardai"] | [member="Darth Abyss"] | [member="Darth Praetorias"] | [member="Tai Fa"]

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

" I See." He said to himself while closing his eyes. Apon re-opening them the world opened up to him. Force Sight. Was the best way to find anything valuable with little effort. The Jedi temples architecture was rather interesting in design, But Nulgath preferred the design of the Sith over it. "Hmmm.." He turned his head with a hum scanning the large temple while walking into the building. At times his strolls through the temple would lead him just short of a wall, Objects to gaze through. The Temple was littered with the mixed auras of the force which was an oddity.

" Mmmm..." he stoically expressed his dissatisfaction with the quality of the Temple.

 

[Darth Carnifex]

"How'd I figure you'd be sniffing around here?" came a voice from the dismal surroundings.

It belonged to a individual who, like the others, had arrived to this reconstructed world via his personal shuttle which was conveniently parked somewhere within the smattering of others. He wore a suit of gray-green banded armor while a battle scorched shroud hung loosely from his muscular frame, occasionally ruffling in the breeze that swept across the barren earth like a ghostly wail. The hood had been prematurely drawn back to reveal his strong patrician features and piercing eyes, which narrowed ever so slightly as his gaze swept across the assembly gathered at the temple's entrance. There were only a scant few that he recognized immediately, namely [member="Velok the Younger"] and [member="Nyra"] Mazui, and while he sensed that a couple Epicanthixs were among the congregation he had not known their company before now. He may have been a God-King to the Epicanthix as a people, but here among the gathering darkness he was but a Sith Lord, albeit one who styled himself as a Dark Lord of the Sith.

"If the Silvers dare show their carcasses around the Caldera I'll make sure that more than one tenth of their people are blown to ash. I already made it abundantly clear to Heavenshield that the Sith will not stand their presence in our most sacred of worlds, but I doubt he or his brood will ultimately heed my words."

 

[inactivechar01]

Beside the intimidating figure of his Master - [member="Darth Carnifex"] - Ansgar simply stood out as a shade. The Bpfasshi had been taken with the Sith Lord to his journey to the recently reclaimed devastated world of Malachor V. The dark side of the Force was strong here and only seemed amplified by the gathered Sith here. Ansgar was surrounded by Sith by far more knowledgeable and powerful than he was. It was only normal due to his rather very recent 'change of allegiances'. Most if not all could be seen having the famed hilts of lightsabers clipped on their belts while Ansgar had just been given jet black robes and a tunic. The generic blaster pistol on his right hip and the vibroblade that hummed in its sheath on his left hip made him feel slightly pathetic.

The apprentice could not help but feel a craving for the power of the dark side that seemed to grow with every minute more he stood on the surface of the planet. It poked at him, like an almost silent whisper in the back of his head that guided his needs and wants. Ansgar came to the conclusion that being brought here by Lord Carnifex was not in anyway a coincidence. The craving for power, perhaps, was the Sith Lord's lesson for the Bpfasshi. To feel as no one, to feel as nobody, it definitely stimulated the hunger for strength that brewed within him.

As the duo approached a Whipid and a female, Ansgar nodded with respect at the two while keeping his presence as a shade behind his Master. The former pilot's senses stretched out to eagerly listen to what Lord Carnifex spoke and, more or less, observe his behavior.

[member="Darth Carnifex"] [member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

[member="Darth Carnifex"]

"It's been too long, Velok." Prazutis said his voice ringing out from the darkness, the Sith Lord stepping out alongside his mentor, confidant, and relative Kaine Zambrano I. The Crown Prince wore his trademark set of dark steel, spiked plate armor. It was polished to perfection right down to the scars of war, and flowing behind him was a blue flowing battle worn cloak, the front most portion proudly displayed the phoenix symbol of House Zambrano for all to see. The helmet was retracted from his face to reveal his scarred face and burning sulfuric eyes visible even through the shadows, and all of the darkness in the area. Immediately as he stood alongside Kaine and his recent apprentice [member="Ansgar"] but he didn't stand alongside him in submission as his apprentice. Prazutis had served at the mans side in the same manner for many years now and he earned the right the stand by his side as an equal.

Prazutis met [member="Velok the Younger"] years ago when their paths crossed and either by mistake or perhaps fate the two were pitted against one another in the hunt for a high valued target. However in the aftermath he worked with the whiphid on many more hunts. [member="Nyra"] Mazui was also known to him, being a former intelligence director they ran dossiers on a number of associates in the Sith Order. "The Heavenshields are scrambling to recover after one of their own glassed a highly populated area of Korriban. We've counted at least four galactic news networks that are disgracing him in the media. The recruitment lines for soldiers and all positions are out the doors, nearly tripled."

 

[Velok the Younger]

[member="Tai Fa"]

"Lord Fa," said Velok with a nod to the Thirriken merchant lord who'd so ably aided him in the liberation of the Caldera. "I wonder if that broken holocron contains anything of worth. The crystalline matrix has shattered, it seems, but perhaps one of the sideplate central processors for the holoprojector contains a short-term buffer. If your skills are suited to the task, and I believe they are, you may be able to learn the last answer the Jedi received from the holocron. Your thoughts?"


[member="Darth Carnifex"]@Ansgar[member="Darth Prazutis"]

Velok paused in the front entryway as other Sith fanned out. "Ah, the Panathan contingent. Excellent work at Thule and Korriban, gentlemen. I was rather hoping you would join us here on Malachor Five. You see, while we hope to glean insight and future intelligence opportunities and so forth, I feel it's best we conceal our intent. To that end, we need to play to expectations, yes?"

On cue, a male Jedi Knight came through the door. Two huge Whiphids held his chains, and two burly Eloms prodded him with stun batons.

"This is Jedi Knight Mar-Zan Tahl. We met him in Iliabath and persuaded him to join our company for a time. Jedi Tahl is a good and honorable man. He is at peace with what is to come, though that hasn't stopped him from staging three valiant escape attempts and killing five of my cousins. Truly a paragon."

Velok turned from the chained Jedi to the Panathans.

"When they return here, the Jedi must see what they expect to see. That will increase the odds that they miss some of our surveillance measures. As a result, we must play to expectations, a token concession to their simplistic image of us."

From his robe, he produced a shell-and-bone ritual knife and offered it, handle first.

"Lord Prazutis, Lord Carnifex, would either of you like to do the honors?"

 

[Darth Carnifex]

The monolithic Sith Lord neared the Whiphid, his gaze firmly fixated on the shackled Jedi that had been escorted by a quartet of other Whiphids and Eloms. A brow was cocked in curiosity as Velok continued to elaborate on the fate of this bound warrior-monk, which became all the more clear with each word uttered. Velok produced a dagger from his person and offered it to Carnifex handle first, and the Dark Lord's armored fingers slowly curled around the hilt before he fully accepted it. After slowly rotating it in his hands he concluded that the craftsmanship of the blade was exquisite, and the materials used in the construction of the shell-and-bone hilt were simplistic yet functional - aesthetically pleasing for what Velok now exhorted him to do.

A wry smile curled his lips, and he allowed a short chortle to bubble up as he ran his protected thumb against the blade's edge to test its sharpness. "So let it be written, so let it be done. But if I am to do what you intend there are rituals to be performed, rites to be invoked. Murder is murder but if you are to truly send a message to the Jedi you cannot just mutilate his body, cut his throat, and be done with the whole affair. As the flesh suffers the blade's kiss, so too must the spirit writhe in darkness."

Another pair of Sith, both masked and hooded, materialized from the gloom behind the Dark Lord with unnaturally silent footsteps. He handed one the blade offered to him by Velok while the other held the hem of his shroud as he deprived himself of it, scooping it up and proceeding to fold it neatly once it was removed. Next came the cuirass that encircled his torso which came undone with but a thought from its wearer, each piece disengaging from his body before gently falling to the ground. Beneath that armor were simple linen vestments and they too were discarded to expose Carnifex's bare battle-kissed flesh. Intricate tattoos of esoteric symbols and ancient Sith text had been inked into his skin by patient hands, and they ominously seethed with foreboding anticipation. The only scrap of clothing left on his upper body were a pair of thin bracers sculpted from a dark otherworldly metal.

He retook the ritual blade with his right hand and with his left he exerted his influence on a nearby boulder, the Force enveloping the boulder as it levitated several meters into the air above the congregation. The Dark Lord focused his will upon it, and bit by bit the rock was eroded away until all that remained was the crude cubical stone large enough for an adult Human male to lay down on top of it. Gently he lowered it down to the earth where it rooted itself into the hard dirt.

"Crude, but it will suffice." His gaze returned to the Jedi and his jailers, "Restrain him on the slab."

[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Ansgar"]​

[member="Nulgath Zardai"] | [member="Darth Lykos"] | [member="Darth Abyss"]​

[member="Darth Praetorias"] | [member="Tai Fa"] | [member="Nyra Mazul"]​

 

[Arianna Devi]

A terrified scream would give away the young jedi wanna-be as she hide not too far away from the gathering of sith. Only sheer coincidence being the reason why the young girl had managed to evade notice until now. She had been instructed to hide and hope that the next face she'd see would be a friendly one but she couldn't sit there and watch one of her own become a sacrifice for whatever sick ritual the sith had planned. Her fear was only amplified by the realization that she probably just revealed herself and would probably end up as the next sacrifice. Looking at the assorted figures around; Arianna saw that the Whipid seemed the oldest so perhaps she'd be able to take him down quickly. She really didn't know the strength the 'old' master possessed as she forced herself past her fear to grip her lightsaber foolishly beginning her attempt to charge at the Whipid.

All she had to do was take him down and maybe the others would hesitate enough to allow her to escape with her fellow jedi or at least think twice about attacking her. There is no emotion, There is no emotion! She found herself chanting in her head as she ran forward as the chant slowly turned more into a prayer as she began more aware of there power gap the closer she came.

[member="Velok the Younger"] [member="Darth Carnifex"]@Ansgar@Darth Prazutis

 

[Grrwunhoooll Agaburry]

With a hard blink the thin epicanthix observed with his mortal eyes the new scene that was taking place. A hidden jedi? Ready to strike? Folding his arms against his chest Nulgath took no action to stop her. Apart of him wanted this female Jedi [member="Arianna Devi"] to kill at least one of these lesser sith and take their place. That was the old ways after all. With a deep breath Nulgath fed apon the ripe emotions that were being produced every second. You see natural foods no longer interested him, only power and power he received. It was a dangerous game and with every consuming breath he could feel his body grow weaker and his power in the darkside creep further in his control.

Red eyes gazed at the Female [member="Arianna Devi"]. Throwing his hate filled thoughts to her mind he played the role of the Seducer.
- " They are going to murder your friend! Kill them. Kill them all. The Sith must be purged from the galaxy. You hate them. Give into your HATE! " - Nulgaths said speaking into the Jedis mind.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
[member="Velok the Younger"]
[member="Darth Prazutis"]
[member="Ansgar"]
[member="Darth Lykos"]
@Abyss
[member="Tai Fa"]
[member="Nyra Mazul"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

When the chained Jedi had been dragged forwards for the purpose of execution, Lykos had almost found it in himself to protest such a course action. It was not that he saw any particular issue in the ending of the life of a Jedi that drove him to almost protest, nor was it because he felt that just because the Jedi was in chains and unable to fight back it meant that his soul should not be forfeited to Nath; the God of the Dead and Afterlife within the Iridonian Pantheon of Divinity. Indeed, it was Lykos' belief that any being that picked up a weapon or fought against others in any form, then they were opening themselves up to retaliation both on the battle field and off. No, the reason that he almost raised his voice in protest had been at the near unnecessity of the killing. Yes, Velok had voiced his reasons, but they were reasons that did not justify there loss of life as he doubted that just displaying a corpse would serve to convince the Jedi of what they sought to see to the point that they would overlook hidden surveillance. Truly, Lykos believed that while the Sith were creatures of passion, it was not meant to be unbridled and uncontrolled lest they become nothing more than beasts and not the calculating threats they should be and in his opinion, to kill unnecessarily was to do so without control or purpose: a sign of weakness.

However, when Darth Carnifex spoke up, Lykos bowed his head minutely in a show of respect from where he stood, blending into the background and out of sight. What the older and more experienced-than-he Sith described to do in addition to ending the life of the Jedi Knight, the mutilation of the soul, was enough to quell whatever protest Lykos may have seen fit to raise should he have chosen to step out of the shadows he found his comfort in. The extra measure would be enough, in the Zabrak's opinion, to present to the Jedi that may return to try and claim the Dark lore steeped planet exactly what they expected to see and horrify them in equal measures, enough that Lykos saw this as exchanged what may have been a needless sundering of flesh into a strike delivered with a guiding purpose.

Still, his mental and purely private debate on his philosophy verses the current actions of the Sith Order were nothing more than temporary distractions to what truly drew his attention. And, it was as his eye returned to where it had been staring for the past few minuets, that the young Jedi - human and female from her scent - screamed, alerting her presence within the hall to his fellows. For Lykos' enhanced sense of smell, honed over score upon score millennia of evolution of long dead Zabrak for the purpose of tracking, the young one's scent was distinctive against the scents of the gathered Sith and had revealed her location to the Assassin near immediately. Yet, he had chosen not to react and simply see what the young woman who choose to do considering the odds that she faced.

One of Lykos' brows rose slightly in intrigue when the Padawan, obviously deciding that her scream had given away her location and that there was nothing else that she could do, rushed forwards, lightsaber in hand. Following her focused gaze to the form of Velok, Lykos settled back into his private silence as he prepared to watch what may now unfold. Even so, the hidden blade concealed within his cybernetic arm - his left - slid into place soundlessly, the tip of the alchemised metal extending around two inches past his metallic knuckles, an action triggered through a command delivered by Lykos through the Force as he ensured that he would be prepared should anything unforeseen occur.

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OOC Note: Sorry for the largely useless post. I just wanted to throw something up that would allow me to begin exploring Lykos' personal philosophy and the current events of the thread just seemed to work best.

 

[Jairus Starvald]

Tai listened to Velok's musings and then inclined his beak.

"A chance we may have.​

To study their minds and hearts.​

The echo rings deep."​

The Thirriken approached the holocron wearily, feet tip-toeing around the shards shattered and broken, before arriving in front of the destroyed object himself. He ignored the proceedings with the dagger and the jedi - it wasn't that he cared about their fates, it was simply that it was against his more... pragmatic business sense. Sacrificing sentients for one ritual or the other was so... pre-hyperspace wars and that.

His wing swiped across the remnants of the 'cron and left only empty space behind, little feathers brushed across the surface and Fa's eyes closed as he started to focus on the rresidualenergy left by the object.

See, a holocron wasn't just mechanical splendor, there was a mental component to it; a Force-component, really.

It was why most holocrons didn't work for your average sentient.

You needed to be more than just average.

[member="Velok the Younger"] | [member="Darth Prazutis"] | [member="Ansgar"]​

[member="Nulgath Zardai"] | [member="Darth Lykos"] | [member="Darth Abyss"]
[member="Darth Praetorias"] | [member="Darth Carnifex"] | [member="Nyra Mazul"]