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Yes, I'm sure it's perfectly safe for droids…

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
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Qixoni crystals. The fact that they were exceeding rare had piqued her interest and brought her to Dagobah the first time. Some said they enhanced the user’s Force Abilities – but Melori had long since written that off as wishful thinking – but there was clear evidence that it had an impact on her strength through the Force and also her blades had superior cutting power.

And her research had shown they were rare because they were created when a star in the Qixoni system went supernova and consumed a planet. Only usable by those that used the Dark-side of the Force, she’d managed to track down a crystal mine on Dagobah. One she’d returned to once before, and now a second time.

They were headed for the famed Dark-Side Cave.

So now they sat on a shuttle that was making its way to the planet's surface. Two squads of troopers accompanied them – the planet was home to some particularly nasty creatures. And given even the small shuttle they were on couldn’t land that close to the cave – given the dense canopy of the swamp – they would have to travel a couple of kilometres on foot to reach their destination.

She glanced around the shuttle. Besides her Acolyte were the eighteen troopers, elite and hand-picked. She suspected she’d know a lot more about her Apprentice before the mission was over – and they’d know a lot more about themselves – given what the place was capable of. Strong in the Dark-side, inside it Force-Users would typically face whatever fear they took into it – often an answer to a question they sought. Invariably you left a different person to the one that entered.

But then the Sith thrived on fear — so what could possibly go wrong?

[member="Kaela Jaryn']
 
[member="Darth Timoris"]

Anything and everything was going wrong.

Kaela looked worn - even a day of rest and meditation had done little to rejuvenate her body. Her sleep had been fitful, her mind unsteady. She tried to put it down to the taint of the light side that still clung to Tython like a babe to a mother, yet deep down something about her encounter and prolonged exposure to Timoris had unsettled her. A Darth had taken interest enough to offer her the position of apprentice. For someone so used to the pace of life within the academies of the Sith, this had come as a considerable shock to the system. No doubt this lesson would shake her further. Kaela resolved that her only chance to survive long enough to attain her masters power would be to not allow this to break her. After all, there was no honour in survival. Just hard work.

She had little clue as to why they had required an escort so strong- indeed, with Timoris present it would likely have taken a rancor, or perhaps a terentatek or three to stop their advance. Still, she didn't question it. Kaela had been taught to always accept your superiors decisions, even if you didn't trust them. And most certainly she didn't trust Timoris. She didn't trust any Sith. Indeed, if any of them were even remotely like her then they could never be trusted. After all, who in their right mind would trust a being so grimly dedicated to the extinction of an entire religious body that prescribed to the ideals of peace and prosperity for all? Not Kaela, that's for sure.

Other than formally greeting her master at the shuttle, Kaela had not said a word for the entire journey. She had not introduced herself to the retinue, nor had she questioned the Sith Lord further on her decision to bring them to another planet. Instead she had remained silent, reserved, and keenly aware of her surroundings, having decided early on that if Timoris were to reveal anything, it would be at the correct time and place. At least until she learned more about how her master operated. Then, perhaps, she could attempt to play the prediction game that was staying alive in the Sith Order.
 

Darth Timoris

To err is human, to forgive divine. And I'm no god
They were not Jedi. This was not a cosy Order that spoon-fed and cosseted its young. The Sith was quite simply about survival of the fittest. And perversely, the stronger the candidate, the harder they were pushed. It made them stronger, quicker.

And if they broke? Then the Master didn’t waste undue time on them.

Her Apprentice looked worn. Good. That meant she’d been tested the day before.

Darth Timoris glanced at the troopers. Being a Sith initially was about being strong, about being self-sufficient. But Melori was a Sith Lord. And a Voice too. She controlled one-sixth of the galaxy for the One Sith. She’d learned to control squadrons, armies and latterly entire planets.

Kaela would soon have the challenge of mastering her own Abilities — beyond the simple and straightforward lessons. The troopers would obey her, it was in their training after all. But how many would throw themselves on a mine to save her life?

Timoris knew each and every one of them would do so for her. In part out of respect for her rank. And because they’d seen her in battle and respected her. And soldiers shared stories like sailors swapped venereal diseases. She needed to get a reputation — and where better than here.

The notification came through that they were about to land and the troopers were on their feet first. As the ramp lowered, they immediately fanned out and created a perimeter. Timoris was unsure which of her senses was offended the most. It was darker than it had any right to be, even given the sparse canopy where they’d landed – and she knew it would be even dimmer once they were deep in the swamp. The noises were no less comforting, screeches and calls reached her ears of creatures that you just knew were looking for their next meal – and would be very happy if it was Sith shaped. The humidity was decidedly uncomfortable – and the prospect of walking a couple of klicks in it was not pleasant.

But it was the smell she had the hardest to cope with — her memories of it didn't do it justice. The combination of swamp, bogs, humidity and decay was a unique potpourri that would never be a best seller. So she strode forward and looked around. Then she consulted her datapad and pointed. “That way, in as straight a line as we can manage.”

[member="Kaela Jaryn"]
 

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