The Heir
"Yes, yes the rumours are indeed true, it seems a Mandalorian ship has arrived, though having been there myself, I cannot for the life of me figure out what all the hullabaloo is about," Malum said, his mask of unemotionality fitting perfectly over his face, gazing over the crowd of Sith in front of him, as his invisible eyes, belonging to his invisible form, his shadow, was gazing with still some bewilderment at the Mandalorian he was referring to, he was very much lying when he stated he did not understand what the hullabaloo was regarding, she... if it was a she, anyway, was very much far from a normal Mandalorian, skinned in a purplish-blue with two pairs of arms, and with a crate of holocrons with her... he certainly could understand what that hullabaloo was about.
"Yes well, some of us would like to see it with our own eyes, tell us where it is." One of the foremen of the group spoke, stepping forward and raising his hand, one of the more confident ones among the now smaller group, Malum realised, as the group had seemingly shrunk at the moment he was consorting with his Shadow, the rear echelons having retreated to the background, perhaps trusting his word, he had been known as Darth Ophidia's apprentice for quite awhile now, or perhaps they had felt such a thing was not worth fighting over, whatever it was, it seemed the chaff had left, leaving the wheat behind. Good thing he had ways to deal with them as well.
"As you wish, the ship is at Annex B, over that way," Malum said raising his hand in mock surrender before pointing to a sign some far distance away.
That was a lie, or well, a half-truth. The ship was there... or near there, but the Mandalorian certainly was not. His shadow had confirmed that much. The Mandalorian was by some restaurant, with unfortunately those that he had been unable to waylaid as he had done the group before him. It was unfortunate, he was not one of the first to have heard of the creature's presence, though thankfully it seemed that those that had were not exactly his foes, so it was not too large of a loss. Alisteri, the graduated apprentice of their mutual Mistress, Darth Ophidia, alongside Adeline... a friend... a friend. However, he was not entirely successful either, seemed a foe had made it through his efforts, Lady Aivar, someone who he had found in his research was someone of interest, a Sith Knight, and a commander of some sort of pirate armada, and as he had discovered, at least nominally served his Mistress. Still, time would tell if that nominal loyalty mattered much, especially with his own first impression of the woman was far from friendly.
The much-reduced party of Sith marched off to his signal, with others branching off.
That had been the third party he had to waylaid, hopefully, that would be enough, now, it was his turn to try a crack at the creature, and to his peculiar interest, secure the Holocrons.
Who knew what they had?
His form blinked out of existence, as he became one with his surroundings, stealthing into the background was one of the truly greatest abilities he had learned in the last year, and as it had been so helpful in the past, it would be just as helpful now. As he did so, his ears creased to hear the words of conversation among the group, with the ears of his Shadow. So the Mandalorian wished to know of the Sith, well, that was a question and a half, and one which he was not sure if he could answer... not well enough to gain the Holocrons, but still...
He had been called intelligent, perhaps he could manage it.
The invisible shadow was dispelled as he arrived on the scene, curiously he had noticed on his way that there was yet another Sangnir among the group as well. Well, stating that he was among the group was a misconception, the man was hiding behind a pillar, and listening in, odd, but Malum had already done his best to waylay so many, and with this one already here, there was not much to do. Better for him to hide away than be a rival for the Holocrons after all.
Still, regardless if he was a rival or not, the other three surrounding the Mandalorian certainly were, all capable, two of them his seniors, this was to be an uphill battle.
But had not everything for him, been one?
His stealth dispelled in a most unique manner as if it was glass cracking from pressure, one second there was nothing before the collective assembly, the next second one could see the breaks along the seams, as something most strange was unfurling betwixt them, and then the last second, stood Malum, his head bent downwards, his knees giving a weak bow.
"Lady Purple, the Lord of Red at your service," Malum ended his bow, and tilted his head upwards to be standing straight, offering silent nods to Adeline and Alisteri, his ocular study had revealed much already, something most pertinent had been the very curious way the woman had spoken, and more importantly, how it seemed that the woman had a very childlike view upon the world. Malum could feel pity in that sense, a woman of such evidently peculiar origins, only promised immense power, yet that was locked behind a childlike visage of existence. Still, a child with a gun was still dangerous, if only because they did not realise what happened if they pulled the trigger. Still, it was an advantage in other ways, an opportunity to make a breakthrough where the others had failed, who cared if it required the manipulation of what was essentially a child? He cared... "I have heard of your plight, your desire to learn, and in exchange for knowledge, give knowledge, I am a scholar, learned of the Sith, and thus, would be more than willing to teach you of the matter," He put pompousity in his voice... or well, more pompousity than would have existed normally, the woman had apparently been interested in being portrayed as a noble lady, if that were the case, it was simple enough to portray himself as some sort of wise man, perhaps if her mind was so infantile, to even consider him some sort of wizard. He doubted it would go that far, but it was entirely determined by how fantastical her mind imagined, and how he had essentially appeared before them, which would hopefully aid in the disguise.
That was the hope after all.
"To prove my words, I shall answer your latest question," She spoke of Gods and Godlings, the fact she also called them Sithlings, likely gave him the answer to his question immediately, Godlings and Sithlings were the same, and that was likely disturbingly enough close enough to Eternalist teachings, that he truly hoped that the woman was not one their ilk. Still, that left behind what Gods she was speaking of, it could be of the Force itself, though with her speaking of it in the language of plurals, would she be referencing the beliefs of the ancient Je'daii? He knew little and little less of them, they were ancient in ways that such word was unhelpful to use, still, as the precursors of the Jedi and Sith, some of their words had survived, that of the Ashla, Bogan, and Bendu, Light, Dark, and Balance, was this what the woman was referencing when she spoke of Gods? Possibly, yet, even if she was not, it was a useful enough gauze to tie up the wound.
"Our Gods do not choose their champions at all, all living creatures... most living creatures," Malum quickly corrected, remembering quite viscerally having fought those without connections to the force on Kal'Shebbol, remembering Alina and her ability to cut him off from the Force, and as the invisible dark tendrils of Consume Essence attempted to make contact with the Mandalorian, realising that he felt absolutely nothing from her, another question added to the lot, "Have some connection to the Force, though most, almost all are unable to use it in any real manner. Then there is us, the Sith, who you call Sithlings, the Jedi, who you might call Jedilings? All Godlings," He conformed to her views, any attempt to dissuade her from her beliefs had no benefit to him, "We who are chosen, perhaps through the Divine, though likely more by luck, coincidence, chance, maybe even good breeding, we addressed as the Children of the Gods, decide how we use our abilities, through the darkness, through the light, or through balance." But it was known, that through the Light one found themselves a happy slave, through balance a forced slave, but through the darkness, one could find themselves the master.
"Why you do not feel the touch of our Gods? That is a difficult question, but one, that I would be eager to help you answer," Another half-truth, but one born of good intention this time, he did wish to know why he already had theories by the creature's form... he doubted she was what one would exactly call natural.
Darth Strosius
Adeline Noctua
Domina Prime
Æirik
Khamesi Aivar
"Yes well, some of us would like to see it with our own eyes, tell us where it is." One of the foremen of the group spoke, stepping forward and raising his hand, one of the more confident ones among the now smaller group, Malum realised, as the group had seemingly shrunk at the moment he was consorting with his Shadow, the rear echelons having retreated to the background, perhaps trusting his word, he had been known as Darth Ophidia's apprentice for quite awhile now, or perhaps they had felt such a thing was not worth fighting over, whatever it was, it seemed the chaff had left, leaving the wheat behind. Good thing he had ways to deal with them as well.
"As you wish, the ship is at Annex B, over that way," Malum said raising his hand in mock surrender before pointing to a sign some far distance away.
That was a lie, or well, a half-truth. The ship was there... or near there, but the Mandalorian certainly was not. His shadow had confirmed that much. The Mandalorian was by some restaurant, with unfortunately those that he had been unable to waylaid as he had done the group before him. It was unfortunate, he was not one of the first to have heard of the creature's presence, though thankfully it seemed that those that had were not exactly his foes, so it was not too large of a loss. Alisteri, the graduated apprentice of their mutual Mistress, Darth Ophidia, alongside Adeline... a friend... a friend. However, he was not entirely successful either, seemed a foe had made it through his efforts, Lady Aivar, someone who he had found in his research was someone of interest, a Sith Knight, and a commander of some sort of pirate armada, and as he had discovered, at least nominally served his Mistress. Still, time would tell if that nominal loyalty mattered much, especially with his own first impression of the woman was far from friendly.
The much-reduced party of Sith marched off to his signal, with others branching off.
That had been the third party he had to waylaid, hopefully, that would be enough, now, it was his turn to try a crack at the creature, and to his peculiar interest, secure the Holocrons.
Who knew what they had?
His form blinked out of existence, as he became one with his surroundings, stealthing into the background was one of the truly greatest abilities he had learned in the last year, and as it had been so helpful in the past, it would be just as helpful now. As he did so, his ears creased to hear the words of conversation among the group, with the ears of his Shadow. So the Mandalorian wished to know of the Sith, well, that was a question and a half, and one which he was not sure if he could answer... not well enough to gain the Holocrons, but still...
He had been called intelligent, perhaps he could manage it.
The invisible shadow was dispelled as he arrived on the scene, curiously he had noticed on his way that there was yet another Sangnir among the group as well. Well, stating that he was among the group was a misconception, the man was hiding behind a pillar, and listening in, odd, but Malum had already done his best to waylay so many, and with this one already here, there was not much to do. Better for him to hide away than be a rival for the Holocrons after all.
Still, regardless if he was a rival or not, the other three surrounding the Mandalorian certainly were, all capable, two of them his seniors, this was to be an uphill battle.
But had not everything for him, been one?
His stealth dispelled in a most unique manner as if it was glass cracking from pressure, one second there was nothing before the collective assembly, the next second one could see the breaks along the seams, as something most strange was unfurling betwixt them, and then the last second, stood Malum, his head bent downwards, his knees giving a weak bow.
"Lady Purple, the Lord of Red at your service," Malum ended his bow, and tilted his head upwards to be standing straight, offering silent nods to Adeline and Alisteri, his ocular study had revealed much already, something most pertinent had been the very curious way the woman had spoken, and more importantly, how it seemed that the woman had a very childlike view upon the world. Malum could feel pity in that sense, a woman of such evidently peculiar origins, only promised immense power, yet that was locked behind a childlike visage of existence. Still, a child with a gun was still dangerous, if only because they did not realise what happened if they pulled the trigger. Still, it was an advantage in other ways, an opportunity to make a breakthrough where the others had failed, who cared if it required the manipulation of what was essentially a child? He cared... "I have heard of your plight, your desire to learn, and in exchange for knowledge, give knowledge, I am a scholar, learned of the Sith, and thus, would be more than willing to teach you of the matter," He put pompousity in his voice... or well, more pompousity than would have existed normally, the woman had apparently been interested in being portrayed as a noble lady, if that were the case, it was simple enough to portray himself as some sort of wise man, perhaps if her mind was so infantile, to even consider him some sort of wizard. He doubted it would go that far, but it was entirely determined by how fantastical her mind imagined, and how he had essentially appeared before them, which would hopefully aid in the disguise.
That was the hope after all.
"To prove my words, I shall answer your latest question," She spoke of Gods and Godlings, the fact she also called them Sithlings, likely gave him the answer to his question immediately, Godlings and Sithlings were the same, and that was likely disturbingly enough close enough to Eternalist teachings, that he truly hoped that the woman was not one their ilk. Still, that left behind what Gods she was speaking of, it could be of the Force itself, though with her speaking of it in the language of plurals, would she be referencing the beliefs of the ancient Je'daii? He knew little and little less of them, they were ancient in ways that such word was unhelpful to use, still, as the precursors of the Jedi and Sith, some of their words had survived, that of the Ashla, Bogan, and Bendu, Light, Dark, and Balance, was this what the woman was referencing when she spoke of Gods? Possibly, yet, even if she was not, it was a useful enough gauze to tie up the wound.
"Our Gods do not choose their champions at all, all living creatures... most living creatures," Malum quickly corrected, remembering quite viscerally having fought those without connections to the force on Kal'Shebbol, remembering Alina and her ability to cut him off from the Force, and as the invisible dark tendrils of Consume Essence attempted to make contact with the Mandalorian, realising that he felt absolutely nothing from her, another question added to the lot, "Have some connection to the Force, though most, almost all are unable to use it in any real manner. Then there is us, the Sith, who you call Sithlings, the Jedi, who you might call Jedilings? All Godlings," He conformed to her views, any attempt to dissuade her from her beliefs had no benefit to him, "We who are chosen, perhaps through the Divine, though likely more by luck, coincidence, chance, maybe even good breeding, we addressed as the Children of the Gods, decide how we use our abilities, through the darkness, through the light, or through balance." But it was known, that through the Light one found themselves a happy slave, through balance a forced slave, but through the darkness, one could find themselves the master.
"Why you do not feel the touch of our Gods? That is a difficult question, but one, that I would be eager to help you answer," Another half-truth, but one born of good intention this time, he did wish to know why he already had theories by the creature's form... he doubted she was what one would exactly call natural.
Darth Strosius
Adeline Noctua
Domina Prime
Æirik
Khamesi Aivar
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