When all Braves fall

[Mythos]

Nar Shaddaa... Mythos was not liking this place.

He was sent on a simple protection mission payed by which he was more than happy to accommodate do on the Hostage of one Very important Diplomat or whatever. A Sith Knight was considered super Security and top of the line pay so Mythos was going to get some big bucks if everything went right, so far everything was going right, nothing aside from a few drunkards closing by he had to shove off and a few enemies here and there very noticeably looking for an entry but Mythos' yellow eyes quickly turned them off to the idea that this was a profitable bounty, for anyone. The Hostage was being kept at gunpoint behind him in a well secured Ironclad building that had security in absolutely every inch of it, No Windows, no rooms, no underground exists. The only way inside this building was getting Past Darth Mythos.... Not an easy thing to do as even Officers from Nar Shaddaa found themselves quickly dispatched with severed limbs and killed off before any significant order came along.

The People who wanted whoever was in this place were incoming soon and his job would be done. ... however Mythos had a bad feeling about this whole thing since it began and now worse than ever... someone was coming through the crowds that was not your everyday person... He shrugged it off and lit a deathstick.

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[Nima Tann]

After slowly getting to master her abillity using the Force to enhance her walk to do simple things, the girl started taking missions again since she was so out of practice after the invasion of Ziost, which she was crippled by nasty illusions and a electric shock to her spines. The process was still a bit difficult and painful since she didn't have the full control of her legs still, and tiring to use the Force to stay standing. Yet, she wasn't going to complain about it, it was her decision to do that than sitting on her butt all day on a wheelchair. As she continued to read through the crime reports, one thing got her attention. A hostage situation. And she saw it in the news all day, a Republic diplomat was missing on a mission in Nar Shaddaa as she went to talk with the crime lords in Nar Shaddaa. A karking stupid action since the crime lords weren't known for their talk-friendly nature. She knew it since she got the honors of getting kidnapped in Nar Shaddaa once in a very small cage. Good times, good times indeed. Maybe she would get to meet that crime lord. There was a little grudge between them after all.

Hopping on a shuttle, she started going towards her destination, where the diplomat was last seen. She knew that the diplomat couldn't be dead since she was so valuable to lose, and the crime lords knew their ways for the credits. She was probably being kept in some kind of distant structure which shouted "I HAVE A HOSTAGE!". And she knew that going there wouldn't be that easy since as the price goes up there goes the security as well. So, she prepared herself for a possible duel, controlling her lightsaber and going on a meditative stance as the shuttle continued going. Fighting and at the same time holding some Force back for her legs wasn't that easy. And finally, the outdoors of the shuttles has opened. Showtime.

She escaped the shuttle and continued sighing, her hood extended to close her head as she walked in the colorful streets of entertainment buildings in a not so colorful fashion. The girl, was a purple Twi'lek and if she revealed that she wouldn't have a second to breathe before she got kidnapped again. So, secrecy it was. She continued along the voices of some cheesy music and the visions of Twi'leks dancing. Poor souls. If she had the chance to save every single one of them she would kill all the crime lords for that. She wasn't that ordinary Jedi who wanted to save everyone. No, not at all. She played the listening game for now, getting in the crowds and hearing the newest rumours. And it was helpful, to say the least as she learned much about some crime lords, dirty businesses, and some "valuable slaves" in some old place. Interesting.

As she walked among the crowd, she saw just a building like the common folk was talking about, an old, almost about to crumble into the ground building with no windows, no colors, nothing. In all the colors of Nar Shaddaa, this one was shouting that there was some stuff going on in here. So, she started to move towards the building, her hand getting ready to pull her lightsaber in case of the... emergencies. As she got near and near, she realized that there was a door going inside, a big door. Yet not unguarded. There was a man just waiting outside of the door, and in a first impression Nima got that he meant business. So, in all calmness, she moved near, near and near. A Sith, who she understood from the dark aura flowing through him, who was using deathstick, weren't them illegal or something? Illegal? This was Nar Shaddaa. This was going to be fun.

She put a smile on her face as the two got into eye contact. The show... was starting now. "Hello. Excuse me." She said, in a calm voice. Not threatening yet. "I was wondering why you were standing out the door of a old building?" The girl continued with the act, she was in their territory but there was this self-confidence glowing through her, as the Sith could see. "I am pretty new around here and this building is a bit... weird in all the colors of Nar Shaddaa. I just wanted to ask." This little talk was indeed, to confirm that there was something wrong in here. Or just to keep the guard occupied as she prepared for a surprise attack, time would tell.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos found it extremely odd that this Purple Twilek approached him but ever since she began walking Mythos locked his eyes on her. There was something strange about this whole thing, a bad feeling he had since this whole thing began, call it a hunch but Mythos knew this was not going to be routine on the job security assignment. Mythos was not your Typical Sith, He did not Enjoy Senseless Killing and torture in any way, He would not back down from fights but he tried to avoid confrontation not because he disliked fighting but because he always wanted to do things the 'Easy Way'.

"Listen lil lady, run along and go home. This is no place for you to be asking questions. So Scram! " Mythos was actually forced to be unpleasant, he was actually normally very charming and wholesome. He needed to be intimidating for this job and he damn tried his best to be. He put his hand visibly on his belt and lightsaber, before adding to the Undaunted Lady who actually was booming in confidence, which was Strange... again... Something was definitely off! "Just go..." His voice low and threatening but also pleading in the same time..His yellow beaming eyes locked with hers in a last ditch attempt to avoid confrontation and to get this job done how his Muun would refer to as 'Without Sweating'. He flicked off his death stick and widened his stance cocking his head to the side. If this lady wouldn't move out of the way Mythos would have to make her move and get out. Much to his displeasure... This Job would not be done without sweating.
Pride and Myth in his belt and the Cortan Blade Invisible but floating very near, he felt like quite the badass but as much of a badass as he thought himself, he would Not... kill innocents unless he absolutely had to. "Lil Lady, do yourself a favor and me." His words dripping with lack of patience.
"forget you ever came here and Go Home"
[member="Nima Tann"]
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[Nima Tann]

"I can't go." A confident smile has been placed on the girl's lips as the decent looking man continued to try to get her out of the scene, which would prove her theory that there was something wrong going on here. So, the Jedi could now play the second card, since it was pretty obvious that the man didn't want any trouble, so if he doesn't insist, that he wouldn't have any. The girl didn't move an inch and didn't get scared as the man showed her the lightsaber like he thought that she would be. Not at all. Instead, she talked, answered his commands. "I've heard from the news that there was a diplomat missing here. And that building looks like a great one to keep someone as a hostage, don't you think?" Then she continued, revealing that she was indeed in knowledge of what's happening here.

"Look, Mister." She said, then showed the lightsaber as a counter to him showing his, the lightsaber was shouting that she was a Jedi. And she slowly took the hood off from her head, since after showing her lightsaber, there was no need for secrecy. "This is Nima Tann, Master of Silver Sanctum. I know what's happening here, and I know you are a Sith. You don't want any trouble, I don't want any trouble. So, do yourself a favor, get the hell off my way and let me get the diplomat out of here." The girl had threatening, yet still calm and cold tone in her voice. Then added, with a voice low like a whisper, it was pretty clear that she was annoyed. "And stop calling me little lady." She didn't have time to negotiate with someone with a pure dark energy, yet from this man she was getting the vibes of a little Light as well, and he looked like reasonable man to be honest with him trying to get the girl out of here. A pure dark hearted Sith would kill her in sight as long as the girl started talking about his job.

Her hand slowly reached to the lightsaber, yet she still looked that she wasn't trying to get hostile. She waited the man to do the first move.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

"If you are who you say you are you have no bushiness here...Don't make me destroy you..." His voice a plea as much as a threat, calm and with a touch of serenity, rare thing for a sith to have. He was here to do a Job not get into a titanic clash that would no doubt garner the attention of the entire City.
Mythos was a bit thrown aback by the blatant declaration of her being.. a Master Jedi!? Mythos' first thought in his mind was, Way to go Mythos, You just pissed off a Jedi Master. So his Cringe quickly turned into a grimace as he backed off to the Entrance. She was not backing off but neither was he, they had reached impasse. She knew of what was going on here somehow so any doubts that she was not who she claimed to be were quickly flown to the wind. Mythos sighed, scrunching his lips in reluctance, and un clipping his lightsaber from his belt. Pride flashed with the Dark Core of it's Hum quickly and satisfyingly, The Songsteel hilt made this one of the Lightest Lightsabers ever made, however this also made it very hard to control and Mythos had yet to put in practice how to properly use its greater speed to his advantage.

Still, Mythos tried one last desperate attempt at discouraging the Jedi from engaging him in battle as he conjured an Illusion of Doppelgangers beside him along with a few parlor tricks that made him look a bit more intimidating such as, a Red Blazing visible aura and the Blades of the Doppelgangers' lightsabers as well.
"I will"
"Do"
"What"
"I must"
The Doppelgangers said in rhythmical, very real speech that was almost impossible for someone not acquainted with Illusions to detect and recognize for what they were. She also had a time limit, although unknown when the benefactors would take this diplomat away they were on their way, they were scheduled to arrive this day. So Mythos' mission was not to decapitate this Jedi, although if she did not desist from this encounter he would very well have to but instead keep the Hostage a Hostage for long enough without getting chopped up into pieces by a Jedi Master. The idea seemed simple enough. In Theory.

Mythos began meditating and preparing for the inevitable battle, meditation and focus came about him as the Darkside engulfed him in Hatred but not blinding him. He would bend the Force to his will and using his Anger and Hatred to subdue it, Not the other way around. He was the Master of his emotions, he would not let them control him like they had before this day, this situation did not allow for that kind of stupidity. Thank his Lucky stars he had been through enough warfare to prepare himself for a conflict with a Jedi Master. Jedis by nature were pacifists, so if he could keep her on the peace loving side time would pass and the Crime bosses would arrive. Every moment she wasted was a moment they got closer, Animus needed a tough defense and play smart to win this day.

[member="Nima Tann"]


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[Nima Tann]

"You don't just take people and close them to a place out of their will. I don't want to fight you, just let me get the woman out of here." She said as a response to his threat with a heart shaped threat, saying that she wouldn't back down if he attacked, as seeing the man activating his lightsaber, and damn, he didn't want her here, at all. She wondered though, if she ruined the plans of whoever is trying to buy the diplomat, the whole thing was going to messy for the man and he probably was going to be punished, so she understood his rash action. Yet the girl was on a good mood today so she didn't do anything threatening. "I can see that you don't want to fight me either. There is something in you that is different from the Sith I've encountered." The one thing she learned from [member="Aika Kawakami"], that you needed to say the right words to get the right words from a person's mouth. It was like, she examined his brain, as the talons of her thoughts started to get inside his thoughts. The man was prepared though, it was difficult to decipher the code, not just yet. So, stalling game continued as the man played an illusion, to her shock.

Now there were a lot of him, great. And they both were holding lightsaber, if she kept her doors close enough the illusions wouldn't hurt her that much, yet some illusions were strong enough to apply physical damage to the victim. Just like she lived in Ziost and left her handicapped after that. Oh, as she remembered that, she reserved much Force towards her physical strength, this was about to get ugly after all. And she stood strong, looking confidently to the doppelgangers and activated her lightsaber, yet still didn't attack yet. It was for self defense. "Illusions? You want to play that way?" Then, she sent a simple illusion to his mind like an electric pulse as the talons of her memories touched the man's vision, she blacked out the entire Nar Shaddaa, and only her and the man and his doppelgangers were seen clearly. The environment was in totally darkness. "Let's play that way." Then, she backed away two or more steps, disappeared in the shadows that she created, yet still trying to enter his memories, it wasn't going to be an easy task to do.

Illusions... nasty things when used for a fight. She lived it first hand and they hurt if you truely believed them, or forced to believe. She continued to walk among the shadows only to get the doppelgangers out of the way first than attack the Sith. Yet, she didn't want this all to be serious. "I am going to say though, those doppelgangers are pretty impressive." Her voice has echoed from the empty aura, that would create enough distraction for him to not know exactly where she was.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

"I am not like other Sith, i will not kill innocents and i will not condone the slaughter of people who do not deserve it" He spoke with power and affirmed his stance "Jedi are not Innocent... you have blood on your hands just as much as i do.." His voice carrying a sense of anger at the lives he had been forced to take in order to fight the Jedi and the Republic... if they insisted he would fight, if they surrendered he would never condone torture. "I will fight you with Honor but i will Fight you Jedi... I am sorry." with that Myth came to light as well.

Mythos was surprised yet enthralled by the use of Darkness as her ally, engulfing the plane in the darkness she had crated but backing away from him and blending in the darkness. If there was a time to strike, it was now. "You think Darkness is your Ally Master Jedi?" Mythos chuckled closing his eyes and focusing the force on his two eye balls. "Nothing can hide from my eyes.." with that he opened his eyes of the Force. Force Sight and although he had his eyes closed, he could see everything. Thank the Force for [member="Darth Erebos"], he wondered what he would think. Mythos was not prepared to endure a mental attack, Illusions were simple yet entering one's mind was not, he could not dig into someones mind he could only conjure the Illusions that would help him in battle, he was not a Master Illusionist, he was just good at it.

He did not flinch. he focused a bead on the Jedi force signature that beamed like a hot sun compared to everything else around her as he and all His Illusions came crashing down upon her with one thing and one thing only. Juyo, Mythos' Pride. It was a stance, a Lightsaber style but it was also a way of thinking. Juyo demanded of the Practitioner only one thing to work properly, that he or she enjoyed the fight. Mythos was more than happy to fight a Jedi. Reluctant at first to engage in combat but when she dropped an Illusion of darkness she had ignited a fire inside Mythos he had not felt since his Duel with [member="Darth Ophidia"] in Iridonia. The Doppelgangers surrounded her in odd angles every one of them following a different attack routine making each of them a unique fighter. There were 3 clones and 1 real Mythos. The Real Mythos was the one who charged most straightforwardly, dipping a thrust and then activating his Force augmentation in his arms to execute 3 odd angle slices in succession that would end with a roundhouse kick aimed to her face. He could not give room for error, nor hesitation... Success or death.

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[Nima Tann]

"We only kill Sith. Sith are not innocent. That makes us innocent." She said in a cold tone as moving towards her enemies. The Sith, or she was now confused to call him a Sith because his sentences were like a Light sider, or maybe the girl imagined the Sith to be ruthless, cruel people who enjoyed killing innocents yet there were some that actually just confused, had skills, no doubt since he could see the girl from the dark of his brain as she wandered like a shadow to take one of the doppelgangers. It wasn't a big deal since the girl had her fair share of fighting, yet it would only make things much more interesting. Of course, it was like a five versus one, wasn't fair since she was not only handicapped, yet out of practice for months. She was surprised that how she was coping with all this. The doppelgangers, as she knew that they were all illusions, were strong ones that they could hurt the ones that the user applied, so she had to be extra careful not to touch their lightsabers.

"Impressive. " She could say only as her position was found and suddenly she was surrounded by the clones all over attacking her from every direction. Enchanting her speed with Force, she was able to counter the attacks in a speedy fashion, yet couldn't see the high kick coming towards her face so as she ducked real quick, yet lost the control she had over the doppelgangers so one of the lightsabers cut through and opened a big wound on her arm. Then with the pain, she sent a big Force push enough to push all of them away from her and jumped backwards back to the shadows. And played another illusion on the man's mind. From back of the shadows, like a big, black cloud has taken a form of an hand, and with her command, the hand became a fist and unleashed towards the Sith and his clones, planning to crush at least one of the doppelgangers while they were on the ground possibly from the Force Push. Catching the real one would be difficult since he would be fast enough to run, yet at least she would get his helpers.

As the fight continued, she still was concentrating on the man's mind, placing her talons to every place. She was far from decoding it, yet she didn't stop trying. To be honest, using illusions to defeat him instead of using her lightsaber had its advantages, no one had to die and she wouldn't break a sweat as soon as she got the man's brain under her influence. Illusions were nasty things, and a bit dark side to begin with, yet she didn't use them to kill people, just make them unconscious enough for her to finish the job. "Darkness is not my ally, it's my tool to victory.." She asked out of shadows, as the black cloud hand continued to strike with a speed of a cheetah. "What's darkness to you, Sith?" Getting all philosophical with this little question.

[member="Darth Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

"What in the..." a Giant Fist of Shadow came at Mythos and all his illusions like the Hand of a Mighty Dark God that seemed to be her protector and confident. One by one the doppelgangers were turned into Smoke as the Fist of Darkness swatted them aside as mere puppets. Mythos was not familiar with this and being the first true time that he was put in the place that it was truly a matter of Life and Death with a Jedi, his heart and soul drove him into action

He was pushed back with a massive force push just before the Hand showed up, this gave Mythos the time to use Force Augmentation on his legs and Dash to a better position as the Clones were slowly being wiped out. He could reinstate the Clones however the concentration that it took to Fight, Keep Force Sight and focus on the Illusions was too strong, in the shadows there was little that could hide from him yet the mental attack started scarring his brain, he needed to get close and destroy this Jedi Master before she could dig into his mind. He needed to break her concentration, and even a gaping wound in her arm did nothing to break her concentration.... but he noticed she used Pain to fuel her attacks....

"Darkness is more than just a tool for you Master Jedi... Give in to your Pain and Anger and you may just defeat me..." He spoke out of pure pride and hatred, his voice as black as the Abyss and as strong as the firmament. He saw the Hand coming at him, but he knew that illusions were just that; tricks, mind games, they were as real as you believed them to be. He shut off the Lightsaber and Force Jumped over the Dark Hand. He could see where she was standing and he knew exactly what he had to do.

Hatred and the Darkside engulfed Mythos as he Started tying a Noose of the Force around the Jedi Master's Neck and his right hand extended to face her. He dissipated all remaining doppelgangers and made an Illusion of Light around him that that blazed as if it where day time, an Imaginary shield of Pure Light.

The Irony that a Sith was using Illusions of Light and a Jedi was Using Illusions of Darkness was lost on Mythos as he just focused on her neck and the noose of the Force he focused on tightening as his hand slowly clasped down as if he was choking her physically. . "Before this day is done i shall prove you wrong... but first i will snap you in half Jedi, I am Darth Mythos and i Dwell in the Darkness, while surrounded by the Light... "

It was then he noticed an intrusion on his brain... yet at this moment the Dark Side Flowed through his body and he did not think with his mind, he was simply not using it as much at the moment, Instinct and the Adrenaline of battle Held the Intrusion at bay for now... how long until that wall held? It was unsure... but his Lightsaber ignited a second after he began to use the Force Choke, he would Snap her neck if she did not surrender... But he hoped it did not have to come to that, contrary to what was said, he wanted to prove to this Jedi that a Sith was capable of Mercy, and Mythos would never kill someone who surrendered... Honor was as important to him as anything else, it was his Veil, his Shield and his Principle.

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[Nima Tann]

A smile out of satisfaction has been placed on her lips as she saw her shadow hand destroying the man's clones one by one, yet it was a shame that didn't hit the real one as he penetrated the shadows by jumping and stood strong. This man had something different, not the ordinary Sith you would fight. Taking a deep breath, she took another stance for a possible counter attack, being handicapped was a bit effecting on her moves, but still nothing she couldn't endure. "To defeat someone, you don't need to let the negative emotions consume you. Instead you can just use them." Then continued, teasing the man more, also getting to know him since it looked like... a friendly match. Not much hate, both trying their best, and both trying to do their jobs. Under other circumstances, they would fight alongside, but that was never the case, was it? "You probably know that already since you are doing exactly what I am doing right now. Is your anger driving you, Mythos, or are you driving it?" She gave a hint to the man that she was in enough to know his name. Besides, the titles were cold, weren't them?

And suddenly, she started to feel pressure around her throat, as if somebody was choking it. She's felt that before, the same feeling, when the Host Lord attacked with illusions and the illusions slowly choked her to death. The important thing was not to struggle, more struggling made the oxygen escape faster, instead of doing that, she slowly concentrated on his brain, as if she was a catapult and the brain was the wall. And she could feel the light coming from the man's aura. Yes, the Light side of him was indeed strong... Strong, like a Jedi. She wondered if the man had a life in light before all this, or what techniques have been planted on his head to make him believe the darkness was the way to win. It never was, hate, anger, denial... made people do some things, some things that they would regret very much as the day was done.. And Mythos, was not a bad Sith... A new word in Nima's dictionary, "good" Sith.. "I... know that technique... Grandmaster... used that before...The Light... impressive." She could say as her breathing was getting cut in half by his power. "And that's why you are wrong... You are... You are not dwelling in Darkness, I've been there... You are better than that... You are not... a bad person, Mythos. I know... I read your mind...Only the part you... allowed me to read... yet." Make him believe that his mind is in siege, and he opens the doors for you. Human brain worked that way.

"And I am going to be honest with you.... I am not the type to give up..." Examining the scene as the shadows disappeared with the man's Light Shield, she reached for something that would create a distraction for him to lose concentration and let go of her throat. Not a pleasant thing, the choking feeling was. She let out one more Force pulse towards the man's brain, placing her talons slowly in every part of it, constructing a bridge between hers and his.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

The Dark side fueled him... yet it could never get a full grasp on his soul... Mythos hated to kill innocents, the thoughts of the act would haunt him in the nights. Back when he was an Apprentice and he had his first kill with [member="Asajj"] in a routine mission to hunt for Phirk, Mythos had heard the screams of dozens of people die... Innocent people... He would never forget that and would never be the cause of that ever again... but he was still a Sith, the Dark side always looked for a way to make him forfeit that last bastion of light in his soul.


"That is where you are wrong Master Jedi." Mythos said as he squeezed the Force around her neck and stood in a confident stance. "Power and Fury is what grants Victory. Victory is worth almost everything."

As Mythos Spoke he felt his Mind under Siege, Intrusions and Illusions attacked him and he was inches away from breaking his hold on her neck but the Dark Side within him fueled his actions and urged him for the kill. The battle between light and dark within him reached a brutal Climax but Mythos had been well trained in how to defend against mental intrusions, not well enough to be immune but enough to hang on for just a few more seconds.

He bit his lower lip and clenched his left fist upon his black core lightsaber so hard that his knuckles turned white and a small drop of blood dripped down from his lip into the concrete floor.

The People around them watching the display were awestruck and cheered or murmured in terror, the Twi'lek population was not used to this kind of public vulgar displays of power.

Mythos Listened to what she said as his Force Choke tightened around her neck even more, Willing it to squeeze and compress into her muscles yet he knew he was not giving the energy to Kill..... a part of him wanted to end her and snap her neck instantly yet his Honor would not let that be the case in this moment... she had not tried to kill him.

Mythos heard her words with a passing glance, he knew the truth, he knew the reason why most Sith hated the very sight of him, the reason was simple... he still had the Light of the Force hidden within him and refused to let it go. He knew she would not surrender... however Mythos was now considering if he could bring himself to kill her even if she did not surrender...

"I know"

Mythos was first and foremost a Sith Knight however he sported a vast array of tools given to him by being a part of the Sith Assassins. One of these tools was the simple yet effective Force inhibitor Darts. He carried a set pack of them in every mission yet he could count with one hand the times he was forced to use it and he had come to the conclusion that he wanted this Jedi Master alive... unharmed... Mythos needed to hear the truth of the Jedi once and for all...

Mythos dissipated the Illusions and let go of the Force Choke and pulled the Darts from his belt with his right hand and in a single movement shot the four darts at three points in her body, Her extended foot, her knee, chest and shoulder. The instant this was done Mythos received a Mind Blast that broke the last wall of the mental barrier he had been focusing to keep up and he was thrown back not by a physical force but by a real Mental force he had never encountered before.

Mythos could make illusions and attack the mind mildly yet in mental defenses he was a child.... Once the Mental barriers were down his mind was an Open book.... a very bad situation indeed.

[member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Nima Tann]

As the grip of the Sith has been tightened while the aura of the man darkened, she sensed the conflict inside the man which could be clearly read from the sudden change of the aura around them, clash of dark and light just like she lived years before. The man could be saved as Nima has been. That was just unfortunate that he never met the people that could help him, instead drive him more to the Darkness and waste the potential of the Light inside him. He was struggling, that was for sure. And he was a good man, no matter how he tried to continue the act of being a big bad Sith. If he was someone like that, she would be dead by now, her neck broken and out of nowhere forgotten, or maybe in a lab being tested, there were psychos like that as well. She struggled more as she couldn't clearly breathe anymore, the grip holding the oxygen out of her body. She started to cough as an attempt to get more oxygen, since she already started to feel dizzy. "You... can.... sti... stilll... do the right thing..." Normally she would already find a way to escape the grip, but she didn't want to attack him, not anymore since the man needed talking more than fighting, and maybe she could help him find the right path, instead of being pushed by everyone to the path he didn't want to follow. Her eyes were closing slowly as the grip continued to tighten, only to be lifted afterwards and she fell to the ground, taking deep breaths and coughing as the oxygen found the way to her body. Regaining her balance quickly since they were still in a duel no matter what, she wasn't aggresive though, still waiting for him to attack first. "Why didn't you kill me? You had every chance." She asked, it wasn't a question though as she knew why he couldn't kill her, but a question that she wanted him to ask himself.

Tick, tock, tick, tock. There was a silence which was pretty disturbing, like the one before the storm. The man, still having some second thoughts about something, was preparing to do something. She could sense it, but the other Mythos was gone now, the one who was almost choking her to death, and now she was meeting the Light sided one. The bridge between the minds were almost complete as this little disturbing silence continued, she felt like she almost decoded the secrets of his mind and was preparing to manipulate the memories if something went wrong, she had done that before in an invasion where she helped [member="Callisto Scarlett"], and it was the best solution. No one got hurt, well... if she could conquer the brain carefully, and she got to do her job. As she continued examining Mythos as he was clearly having a conversation with his Light side, she saw... wait... is that? he was attacking! Not expecting a surprise attack since she thought that they were past that, even her Jedi reflex couldn't save her from all of the darts, she counted 2 of them that she could evade but the other two hit the targets, injecting something to her body as she felt its warmth as it was mixed with her blood, as she let out a breath of pain as the needles did their job. It took an immediate effect that she started to feel dizzy as all the world started to turn around. "Wha... what?! What is this?!" Freaking out, she sent out a big Mental Blast towards the man, almost hearing the walls of his brain crushing. Thus, all the info about the man's past and now was visible to the girl now, how he killed his parents and started to walk the path of Darkness.... The pain he felt when he killed all the innocents, the unrequited love he felt for a Sith commander called Fantana... Hate towards his actions by other Sith, and how he felt about that.... The inner conflict he was having every day... It was just like a story book, yet she had no power to change them, she was just the... reader... not the writer... because of the darts. Or was she? Reality lost it's meaning when she lost the ability to think... slowly.

"I... I thought..." She felt like she was about to sleep as the strength of her legs just cut and she fell to the ground. Without the Force to enhance her, she was still handicapped after all. And she was in a very bad situation right now as the... whatever in that dart was... completely starting to have its effects. "I could.... help... you..." Tick, tock, tick, tock... She felt like she was slowly losing the fight between the consciousness and the sleep as her eyes were closing unwillingly... Giving a one last look before her eyes closed fully, she thought one last thing as her mind drove towards the line of unconsciousness... How could she be so trusting towards a Sith?

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

It was like getting smacked in the brain with a hammer, there was pain and agony as the images of his mind flashed through his thoughts and he could see his life slowly flash before his eyes. Mother and father... the order of the Sith, Fantana... everything slowly came to order before his eyes and a small tear dropped when he saw the hundreds of lives his actions had claimed...

The Impact was too much, falling to one knee clenching his head he feared to lose his sanity at the massive attack. It took along moment to stand and recover from the mental damage, the mind was not like the body, the body could be fixed and healed with bacta but the mind could only suffer so much. His fear of losing his sanity and of permanent brain damage was somewhat released when Mythos slowly regained his bearings and the Jedi Master he had subsequently defeated slumped to the ground.

Mythos had not spoken in this time, his mind simply was not prepared to speak or form any cohesive thoughts yet, he slowly stepped forward and he heard the very distinctive sound of a transport freighter coming to move the diplomat VIP out of the area... the mission was finished but Mythos was not.

He thought of finishing the job and killing the Jedi Master as she lay at his mercy yet he knew that was not the way he would follow, he wanted to know the truth of the Jedi... he had only ever heard from Sith doctrine and Jedi ways and the ways of the Light were forbidden and frowned upon... Mythos needed to know the truth.

He slowly walked to the her as she faded. She told him she thought she could help him, the words made him smile.... he would not kill her or do her any harm, he picked her up in his arms and paced to carry her over to the Cortan Blade. "You will, but for now you rest"

Mythos noticed she was in every way a beautiful Twi'lek but her wounds and the poison from the dart would need some attention, she would also need rest as would he considering that this duel had taxed Mythos to the point where he felt as if he had been awake for weeks. In his way to carry her to the Cortan Blade he thought of a few things... one of them being the reaction Sith would have to his 'Mercy'... yet he did not care... Honor was something he held very dear...

Walking into the Invisible ship the Ramp of the Cargo bay dropped and Mythos stepped aboard with the Jedi in his arms, then would proceed to lay her in one of the rooms of the Blade.

Once she was nuzzled inside he took her lightsaber and clipped it upon his belt just to make sure than when she awoke the duel would not continue... or at least he hoped. Then he took his place in the cockpit and noted the insane payment he was owed... Jedi fighting was not part of the contract as such he was prepared to charge extra.

[member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Nima Tann]

Tick, tock, tick, tock... After her mind got unconscious from the poison, she found a little strength to open her eyes again, hoping this whole thing was just a big bad nightmare, no, nothing happened, as the place was still the same, the Sith she was fighting with was there and trying to recover, and she was on the ground half conscious looking directly towards him. This whole scene seemed strange for a second, as if she didn't belong in here, yet maybe this was one of the effects of the poison, since obviously she wasn't able to move but just watch what was happening. The Sith was victorious, she couldn't save the diplomat, and she was in a very bad situation. In that point which would be more mocking, him sparing her or him killing her, she wasn't sure. The only thing she remembered was, she now knew everything about this man, Darth Mythos, Animus Malgus. Everything he suffered, she has suffered as well in the glimpse of the moment she has entered his head. The whole illusion thing was indeed useful, yet if you went too far into a mind of someone, you would become lost in its complexity as well. She has felt a pain like that right now, and her being handicapped wasn't helping her either.

She didn't have the energy to even move one finger, yet she was still conscious in some way she didn't understand yet, so she watched the man slowly regaining his balance after her mind blasts. Lying down on the ground and waiting for Mythos's move, she didn't have any strength to do anything but watch him slowly come towards her. Sleep slowly conquering her body, she heard him say something, and he had a smile on his face, from tiredness and the poison's effects, his voice echoed in her head and got totally meaningless as the seconds passed, and then she felt like she has being raised from the ground. Being powerless to do anything, she tried to move but only a weak sigh escaped her lips. Her vision slowly getting blurry, she closed her eyes after seeing she was being carried towards somewhere that she didn't understand, or didn't have the strength to understand. Breathe in, breathe out. Let the sleep conquer your body... Sleep... Sleep... No more... struggling... Everything went dark afterwards. At the mercy of the Sith, well, that would be a terrible name for her adventure, wouldn't it?

Tick, tock, tick, tock...

She slowly opened her eyes, her head still in great pain as she didn't recall what happened for a second and just looked around confused, her hand squeezing gently her forehead, then she remembered as the post-sleeping phase has passed and she realized it wasn't a dream. The poison, the Sith... Sudden attack of anxiety hit her as she examined her surroundings. She was on a ship, a ship that she didn't know, and the last thing she remembered from being poisoned was him carrying her somewhere. Her hand reflexively went for her lightsaber, but it was not there. Figures, the man was intelligent enough to leave her defenseless. Breathe in, breathe out... Stay calm. If he didn't kill her, that meant she had the chance to still make things right, even if she failed once. Besides, if he wanted to hurt her or something like that, she wouldn't find herself in a bed and her wounds carefully bandaged, would she? Maybe they needed to have a little friendly conversation, after all, they both didn't have the intention to hurt each other. Just as she said before, she wanted to help him.

She enhanced herself with the Force, if his intentions were different than at least she didn't want to be completely defenseless, and stood up slowly. The room was scenic with the windows and all, they were in the air, and the route the ship was taking was unknown to her, yet she didn't feel bad intentions from the man, it seemed like he needed her help as much as she wanted to help him. The man was too good to be a Sith, that was for sure, and a friendly conversation between Sith and Jedi, now that would be an interesting one. She slowly went towards the door as she finally found the strength, to her "luck", it was locked and the keypad was at the other side. She knocked the door, not so violently but she made sure whole the ship knew she was awake, well if it was a big ship than it would be a little hard but at least she tried. "Hello? Anyone? The Jedi is awake." Being a prisoner wasn't one of her qualities after all, as she said, she wouldn't give up. Then she started to wait for someone to open the door. She had no intention to attack, she was going to make it as friendly as possible. Besides, she didn't have her lightsaber with her so attacking would be suicide since she knew this ship would have some security protocols.

She sat on the bed and massaged her forehead gently, the poison was long gone but she still was having its effects. She was stuck in here for a time, at least until she figured out an escape, so she made herself at home. And she wasn't going to lie, the bed was comfortable.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

It had a long and bumpy ride to Atrisia, damn asteroid fields and what not made Hyperspace jump to his his planet tricky to say the least. The ride was not completely uneventful, Mythos had made several calls to his employer and Galicus Sagious, his Muun Banker, so the transfer of Credits would proceed.

The fee was an initial fifty thousand credits but after the incident with the Jedi Mythos demanded the payment to be quadrupled and when denied he had gone on a fifteen minute rant filled with threats of decapitation and other violent acts fueled by the frustration of the evening that eventually lead his employers not only to agree, but to throw in a little extra for the trouble. They were impressed by his abilities and knew the pay was well worth the quality of the Job, that and the fact that he was a Sith made the exchange of funds go smoothly and Mythos was now a quarter million credits richer than before.

In the Cockpit he got the read of movement from the Security feed and S.I.M. prepared the Security Protocol. Mythos immediately canceled the protocol overriding it with the administrator control panel of the ship just a few minutes before arrival into the Atrisian Docks. He smiled as he put the Blade into auto-pilot and lit a celebratory cigaro while rising from the chair and heading out into the rooms.

Deactivating the protocol also opened the seal-locked doors of the blade which would leave the twi'lek free to leave her room, S.I.M. automatically locked the blades' doors when the security protocol was engaged and no matter how much Mythos wanted to fix that bug, he could not.

He was not worried. He had taken a quick shower in the blades' bathroom before changing his clothes and walking towards the main living quarter chamber. His head still throbbed with a huge headache after the mind blast but the smoke from the cigaro had dulled it tremendously. His entrance was calm and subtle, his image appeared in the door of the room with a slight smile. "I trust you have slept well"

He took two steps inside the room and glanced at her from head to toe, nodding approvingly. "My Medic Droid did not detect any recent." He emphasized the word. "injuries" He sat beside the bed in a Stone chair made from the Slabs of Korriban. The quarter was made from relics he had found in his many trips to the planet, the bed was made from the slab of Marka Ragnos' tomb. The Jedi did not know it yet...but the Blade had one particular quality that no other ship in the Galaxy had.

Mythos fumbled with his hands while holding the cigaro between his lips and produced a scan his droid had taken of her body while he was assessing her injuries. He examined the scan briefly but he had already done so before he had come, he just gave it a brief overview now, then he looked at her, no anger in his eyes, just concern. "Someone in your condition should not be on the field"

He did not mean it as an insult, but as a concern, his tone denoting it and his facial expression not one of mockery but one of true concern. If the scan was in any way correct her body was not in any way fit for combat and for someone so young it's condition was severe. Mythos tilted his head as the smoke left his lips. "I'm no doctor, no surgeon, no medical expert of any kind... but if i don't have to be to read X-Rays"

He handed the scans over to her and placed her lightsaber beside him in the small stool of Stone that also served as a table of Sabbac sometimes. He looked to her as if expecting an explanation, red eyes tinted with the Dark Side of the force and the malice of the Sith holding Mythos inside with his honor and good hearted intentions.

[member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Nima Tann]

The silence continued as she waited in the room, going somewhere she didn't know in the ship of the Sith. According to her knowledge, if he didn't kill her, he needed her. But Mythos was not like common knowledge, right? He was more complex than your ordinary Sith, that's why he unlocked the door and gave Nima all means to escape here. Really interesting indeed. Yet, being in the middle of nowhere, she didn't know what to do or where to go, she was stuck here with him until he revealed his true intentions about keeping her alive. It wasn't simply because an act of kindness, if it was he wouldn't bring her with him and just leave her there. Surely she would know soon enough, so no need to think this right now, right? Alas, she had this headache, maybe still the effects of poison were hitting her, or she was having her usual headaches again, wasn't sure. So, the waiting game continued until the man entered the room, he seemed recovered enough from her mental blasts, yet he couldn't conceal some of his memories from the illusions of the Master. Tick, tock, tick,tock, footsteps. Someone finally realized there was a Jedi free on the ship. Instead of a blank stare she has expected, she saw the man smiling towards her, which, she replied the smile with a cold one, yet it was still a smile. Here we go.

"I wouldn't call it sleeping, I was unconscious, because of the poison. But... the bed was comfortable enough. So yeah, I "slept" well. " She said in a monotone voice,massaging her forehead and looking at him afterwards as seeing him slowly examining her with... concern? Was she angry at him since he poisoned her, maybe. But in the heat of the moment she would have done the same thing, in battle logic wasn't considered that much. "How's the head after... you know... invading your memories? That was a bit rude of me, I am sorry." She said, it was a sincere question, yet it might have sounded like she was teasing. Then he sat near the bed on a stone chair, which made her move a bit away from him on the bed since no matter how concerned he looked he was still a Sith after all, and to be honest, this whole kind act could be a play, she didn't know him that much. Then, the subject changed and it has come to her recent injury which crippled the woman's legs. It seemed like he had studied her well before she was conscious, and she didn't know what to feel about this, disturbed or flattered. "You are talking about my legs." She said with a confident smile, no need to feel sad about something that has happened weeks ago, right? Yet the tone of the man was concerned enough for her to not be rude about things. She haven't thought that she was going to have a genuine conversation with a Sith, yet of course, everything had a first. And Mythos was, in her eyes, just a lost soul who needed a different perspective.

"Thanks for your "concern", but I feel fine. It has happened in Ziost, maybe you have heard about the invasion. It involves electric shocks and nasty illusions, a long story to be exact, but I don't want to bore you to death. Using the Force helps me stay on my feet, that's all it matters." Or I don't want to share my weaknesses with you yet since we still aren't that much of a good friends after you basically poisoned and kidnapped me. But she wasn't here to start a fight, was she now? "Besides, I am that person who doesn't like sitting around and doing nothing. We make our own choices, and that was my choice. I chose to act, instead of waiting." Was she really having a friendly conversation with him right now, or was she cooperating with the man as he clearly wanted some explanation? Maybe both, she didn't know. Then she saw him leaving her lightsaber near the table just as near as she could reach if she wanted to, this created a bit confusion as she looked at him. "...That's... that's my stepfather's lightsaber. Before he disappeared, of course. You know... he was the best. I wish he was around, but that lightsaber served me well throughout the years. " She said, still looking at him with a calm aura as he handed her the scans. "Well, it does look worse from the inside now, doesn't it?" She said laughing softly, and acting tough not to show any weaknesses. "Anyway, as I said no need to be concerned. So..." She said, slowly getting to the subject of what she was wondering the most. "You open the doors for me, you put the lightsaber towards my reach. You are acting kind and concerned after poisoning and kidnapping me. You are an interesting one, aren't you?" In other circumstances they would get along very well, but it didn't mean they still can't.

"Why am I here?"

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

The Cortan Blade was absolutely the single most powerful weapon and tool in the arsenal of the atrisian king,not only was it a stealth interceptor with top of the line security that was as fast as ships smaller in size, but it is also a dark side nexus. An Invaluable asset when recovering from battle was to be surrounded by the dark side, the power and fury of it's waves gave Mythos some manner of rest...

Mythos chuckled and nodded throwing head head back and letting the smoke of the cigaro slowly trail into the ceiling of the room, the slabs looking a darker pale of red that usual gave Mythos note that the herbs of the cigarro had done their job. "A bit better, still feel a bit like getting hit by a speeder in the head." His smile was natural and charming,just like the one he put on every time he entered a political arena but this one was different... it changed quickly to a smirk.

He shrugged and listened to her with a humorous intent, it was interesting to speak to a jedi, especially when they were easy on the eyes, were all Jedi this attractive? He guessed it did not matter as he knew, or at least, he was told that jedi could not marry or have relationships of any kind. "It wasn't poison" Mythos said laughing. "It's simply an anti force dart made to neutralize the use of force powers, you were never in any harm from it"

His smirk went away as the moment her story began and he simply nodded in serious understanding at the brief and humorous recounting of the occurrences. "No i was never aware of that invasion, I have only been Knighted recently" his eyes scanned her and gazed at her legs and then back at her with an apologetic look. If he felt bad before, he felt worse now.

"Better to die in action than to live in inaction, i approve" he chuckled before she told him about the lightsaber, interesting personal detail and something that Mythos never truly had,a father, or step-father or a mother, at least he did not consider he ever did. His eyes locked on to hers and he shared with her a nod of understanding. If it was true what he understood she knew everything about him, from his secrets to his truths to his lies... that worried him... much of what he knew was sensitive information and he was worried that it might fall into the hands of the jedi order...Against all better judgement, he dismissed the worry.

He laughed at her final statement before breathing deeply and turning off the cigaro on the mouth of a draconian idol made of stone that decorated the table and it's smoke making it's way out of it's mouth and nostrils. In truth it was a valid question, one Mythos had pondered little, his nature avoided death and killing of innocents,but that was not truly all of it... was it...

"I am not acting" he smiled and tilted his head before continuing, his amber eyes blinked once before he spoke again,calmly. "And if i had not taken you, Techno Union officials would have come and found your body, taken you to questioning and then transferred you to One Sith authorities." He smiled teasingly. "they would not show the hospitality i have i assure you... you are here because i am not without Honor and because i have questions,the first of which is about the Silver Sanctum and the order of the silver jedi.... who are they,and why have i not ever seen them in the fields of battle?"
His voice changed in a slightly noticeable way, curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

[member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Nima Tann]

"Consider yourself lucky, then. Last time I tried something like this... well, I blew my victim's, which was a huge Gamorrean, mind. Literally. You are the first one it worked properly. I suggest some Meditation of Emptiness if you want to fully recover from it. Smoking is bad for health." Here you go, some advice from Master Tann for the kids reading this thread. She scratched gently her lekku like she was guilty, yet in this world wasn't it kill or be killed, last time she checked? So, it wasn't like if he didn't die he wouldn't be a pain in the neck. The aura of the room was calm, yet dark. She could sense some dark energy coming from the furnitures. She sensed the man was... happy... or something as their conversation continued, maybe he was amazed like her that the different side of the Force wasn't actually that different. Yet instead of her, he was showing it. And to be honest it was working on Nima as well since she started to feel more comfortable with this place.

"Well, I am alive at least, so your statement is valid." She said, smiling. "I used so much Force for enhancing my movements that when you used the darts it just... stopped working and I fell down. Not your fault." She had this feeling that Mythos was indeed a good man, and she could help her. Besides, she knew the dark side and if the right people didn't find her she didn't know where she would be right now. "But... I am going to say this. What you've done isn't a good way talking to ladies. You would have asked and I wouldn't say no to a friendly chat." She said, no mocking was in her tone, she was sincere.

She nodded to his concern about the recent events, the Sith Knight was one of the fewer people that cared about her injury actually, the irony. "And please don't worry, I am going to be fine, I've had worse." Then she added, her expression changing to serious for a second. "Your secrets are safe with me. Unless you push me to share them." He never said he was worried, yet Nima was still a Master at mind related Force powers. And now that she knew his secrets, his mind was an open book to her. Then she listened to his words, a strange smile appearing on her face, and she didn't even know why. "Silvers and Techno Union are not in very good terms, if they attack one of us they'll have the whole fleet upon them and be destroyed in seconds, believe me. But you are probably right, it wouldn't be a speech like this. You are a good man, Mythos." She said, answering to the smile with her own. She knew his real name but didn't want to tell him that, she didn't want to make him comfortable. It was the dominance between words, the time for Jedi wisdom was coming near. Also, the man brought her here to interrogate her, figures. Yet it was more like seeking answers than asking questions for this case. And she was happy to help to a lost soul which needed a guide to show what was happening in reality.

"So you want knowledge, good. I will try to explain." Then she continued. "Silver Sanctum is a merge between Levantine Sanctum and Silver Jedi, we were neighbours once and we decided to merge after years of cooperation. You probably didn't see us in the battle because we are not offensive like the other light sided faction. Actually, The Sanctum is a coalition between light sided and dark sided soldiers that unite against one thing, destroying the evil, protect the weak from them, even it means throw away our lives for them, which I did as you have seen for that diplomat. By giving them to the Sith, you've just made the poor woman's, who was only doing their job, life worse. Now she's out there dead, or worse, sold for slavery for some Hutt. Did it worth it, Mythos?" Then she added. "For some credits, destroying a life of an innocent... You kill them, you keep them alive but kill them inside, it doesn't matter." She was like the last boss in a Judgement Hall, tell him about his bad decisions. "I know what you've felt killing those innocent people. I am wondering, what did you feel giving the woman to them knowing a worse fate waiting for her?" Light Side trying to dominate the Dark aura of the room. And also, getting to know him more. To see how far he was and how much she had to work to help him.

[member="Lord Mythos"]

 

[Mythos]

Mythos laughed a hearty and goodhearted laugh that filled the room. "Yes i am quite aware of the dangers of smoking, i make up for it by not drinking" he settled back into his stone chair shrugging her comment off. "Much" he added teasingly


The sanctum he knew little of, the levantine however was the new to him, he tilted his head but said nothing as he listened to her words. He had not thought of the diplomat whose capture he ensured and the way she put it made him re-think his decision about accepting this job, he was the will of Atrisia and credits were not in short supply,however when approached by contacts inside the cartel he moved out of the desire to get in closer with the Hutts and complete yet another job for his resume... to him the diplomat was not innocent.

"It was her job, she knew the risks of it, she knew she contended with assets of the cartel and the Sith, to be honest i did not read too deep into my assignment on Nar-shadda, i never even visited that planet before... " He stared at the darkness thoughtfully, re-thinking his decisions for the first time, coming to terms with a more deep and profound morality. "I hate to say you are right..." His eyes waved from the floor, ashamed, to her eyes, convicted. " but I am a Knight of the Sith, i have responsibilities to my order and to my masters, i shall not waver.... but if i can save a life..."
He smiled a wicked grin. "I will... hers was a life not in my hands to save, she sealed her fate when she acted against those who are my employers... she did her job... i did mine."

Mythos' Loyalty could not be bought, it could not be negotiated and it could not be broken. He would die for the sith gladly, they had made him into a powerful being and in gratitude he used that power against their enemies with no remorse... the good in him was slowly breaking, yet there was still light... there was still hope.

"I have heard of only one name in the Sanctum, a while ago i faced a Jedi in Aten II while holding the siege against the Mandalorians, he was the best fighter i had ever faced... " He smiled at the thought of the Jedi, [member="Mantic Dorn"], yet he did not know his name and would struggle to recognize his face. "In the One Sith the name Heavensheild i have heard" His voice somber and resonating with a tone of confusion, in truth he knew little or nothing about the name and just the tales of the grandmaster. "Records in the old coruscant temple speak of a grandmaster of the sactum whose power rivals even the best of our order" Mythos threw his head back and chuckled imagining. In reality Mythos was far from a mature warrior, he was a child in the ways of the force still, very powerful and the force was strong in him, yet naive and immature in every way imaginable. Lack of Experience was only partially to blame, his pride and self righteousness kept him from reaching his true potential.


He was curious, no one in the One Sith who knew would ever open the doors to the knowledge of the light, most simply did not know and waved them off to him as useless.... Naive yet not foolish, Mythos never waved off any knowledge or wisdom. "Is he a Hero too?" He asked as a child asking his parents about the nature of his bedtime heroes, curious and his mind filled with imagination his eyes sparkled with the desire for knowledge. Mythos was a Sith who glorified the ancient ways and the legends and tales, the Myths of warriors and heroes of history, Heavenshield was such a legend that like Vornskr, caught Mythos' imagination. "Is it true the Jedi turn from all emotions? that they are forbidden to love?" That question did come to him more than once in the philosophy classes in glee anselm, his tone of voice reflected the major problem he had with that ideal, he was not a married man, but he loved and enjoyed the company of his women and love... he unlike many other sith, considered love a much more powerful emotion than hate... peace is a lie, there is only passion after all.

[member="Nima Tann"]

 

[Nima Tann]

She joined the laughter, yet hers was a bit softer than his since she was still confused about things, this whole conversation seemed so unreal. First they dueled and now they were chatting like two friends... Well, actually it was nice. If two enemies would speak like that, than why there were wars? Well, that was maybe because humanity was too lazy to speak instead of fighting, or did they have really short attention spans to deal with a process that would take years? Maybe, yet humanity was indeed a complicated one. So, she started to talk after the laughs finished. "Well, you shouldn't.... Much!" She said, smiling, and then continued. "I mean, you might be the last of your kind. Nice Sith are almost extinct these days." Yet, as the subject come to the fate of the diplomat again, her face fell. And her voice changed. Now, judgement began for him after all the laughs and nice things.

"Mythos." She said, then continued. Her voice wasn't cold, yet wasn't warm neither. She aimed for an informative approach, instead of being the judge. That would make things a bit worse. "When you are in a job, you try so hard to convince yourself you are doing the right thing even though you know, in there, that there is a little chance what you are trying to convince yourself isn't the truth, far from the truth in fact. Yet, you want to believe in that thought so much, that your heart comes first than your brain and you act as you are doing the right thing. I know that feeling, trust me. I've done this myself, actually a lot these days." She sighed, then continued showing his heart with her eyes. "Some of us have the chance to choose what is right, and what is wrong , some of us are simple soldiers that only follow the orders. Yet, we always have the chance to choose if we want to be the leader of our fate, or the viewer. I have the chance, and you have the chance too also. Don't waste this gift, Mythos. Take control of your destiny, don't let anyone to choose what is right for you. I am not here to choose what is right for you, no one is. It is only you, that need to have this decision. You have said, she chose her fate. You can too." She let out a little smile and looked at his eyes. "Anyway, I am just a Jedi Master that is trying to speak her mind." She laughed softly and then continued, hearing his other question.

"Grandmaster Heavenshield is indeed one of the best. He did a great job taking the old Silvers and make them what the Silvers are today. We are all grateful for what he has done for our faction." She was sincere on her words, and then continued. "He's a hero, after our previous Grandmaster, my Master... died.... because of some Sith named Vornskr, he volunteered..." Sighing sadly as the memories flooded back suddenly, she shook her head. "It has been a lot of years after her... sudden death... Yet it still pains me to think sometimes... We were close. She was like a sister to me, found me and saved me from falling too deep, too many times." And she smiled afterwards, no matter what the smile looked like a painful one. "I am sorry. It's not about me, right?" She shook her head a bit to clear the emotional air that filled her aura. Not now... So, she put a smile on that sad expression. "Anyway... He's one of the greatest leaders that I have seen. That's why he deserves to be in every record."

And then, to answer the other question, she simply laughed. "Really? That's what they say about the Jedi?" The laugh continued, as she couldn't stop herself that how blind their enemies would be about this subject. Then as she managed to stop her laughing, she continued. "We are not like those traditional Jedi that has been outdated for at least a millenia. The Jedi often fall to the darkness because they try too much to conceal their feelings. We are not droids, after all." Then she continued. "Grandmaster Heavenshield has a wife and a son. I don't think you can marry someone if you are forbidden to live emotions. And I... well... that's a bit different story. Not everyone is good at living their emotions. Let's say I broke some of my bones because I loved the wrong man. Then... well... I... kinda... did some other things.... Well you don't need to hear that stories, right?" She said awkwardly laughing, and had a little question that was bugging her mind for a little bit. "My turn. So, why are you with the people that doesn't love and respect you by who you are?" She looked at him with curious eyes.

[member="Lord Mythos"]