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├óÔé¼┼ôAn interesting technique. One I believe Zel Ceus himself explored and discarded. What was it he said? Ah, yes. ├óÔé¼╦£Without a natural talent for rifting, it├óÔé¼Ôäós not worth the effort to master.├óÔé¼Ôäó Interesting indeed.├óÔé¼┬Ø
Deciding to at least give the mysterious man before him a fair chance to speak, Drathe motioned toward the turbolift behind him.
├óÔé¼┼ôWould you care to join me in a more├óÔé¼┬ªcomfortable setting? My underlings will show your guests to a larger lift so that they might join us.├óÔé¼┬Ø
In saying so, Jarik and Firus stepped past Drathe, and HK moved up behind the gathered beings, ready to show the others to a large cargo turbolift that would lead up to a point where they could access the deck Drathe would show Mystogan to. A mocking half-smile on his face, Drathe swept open the turbolift doors with a motion of his hand, and gestured for Mystogan to enter.
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After he was in the lift he turned around in time to see his comrades being led out towards another lift. The nexu looked crushd to be leaving his side and he knew she was very protective of him. With a slight od she bounds after the others and growls slightly at Drathe before leaving.
Jace kept his hand close to his pistol knowing full well what Drathe could do and knew how his anger could flair. He half excpected to be led to a death trap old friends or not. A sith is a sith and they do not like being pushed into corners like what mist was doing.His right hand hung at his slight seeming lazily will the left rested lightly on the butt of his one pistol. The lazy one was ready to draw at any moment. He made sure to stand beside the one gaurd ready.
On the other side stood Cain his large form and armour clanking as he walked. This massive 2.5 meter tall man stroke and impossing form. Not to mention the armour and the large broad sword. He stood close to the other guard ready to guard his friends and comrades should things go wrong. The large sheild on his back made of phrik would be in easy reach should it come to that.
Staying slightly behind the group was Kira. He left hand rested on thesheath of her blade while the right was on the hilt. She stayed slightly back to be ready to quckly slash either of the two guards should a threat arise. The target would be determined by whom was quicker t react out of the two guards or whom held more threat towards them.
Still the group walked on half excpecting but just being cautious as well. They all hoped Drathe would hear them out first before going crazy mad and trying to kill everyone here.
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He lowered his head to look at the face of the clone. A holocron. A personal holocron of Sinistra*
"I have a task for you. I want you to retrieve Lady Sinistra's holocron."
=De'niia=
"She doesnt like being called Lady, in fact she has killed people for addressing her as that. Its Lord Sinistra when addressing her in the formal. She insists quite strongly about that."
"Fair enough, thank you for the warning. I want you to retrieve...Lord...Sinistra's holocron from the Sith Academy on Iridonia, and bring it to me. It shouldnt be a difficult task."
*Again De'niia found herself unable to resist the command. It didnt seem to sit well with her, delivering her Masters legacy into the hands of the Mandalorian, despite his claims of, not quite friendship, but not open hostility with her comrades. Instead she found herself saying...*
=De'niia=
"It shouldnt be a problem. I'm in a lot of libraries and repositories during my studies."
"Good. Equipment will be made available for your mission. Return as quickly as possible. After you return with the holocron we will see about returning you to where you belong."
*Taung headed out the door to let her rest, his mind still whirling with possibilities.
As the door hissed shut De'niia lay back on her bed, trying to make sense of it all. Yes she was still an apprentice to Sinistra, at least as far as she knew, it was possible that she could have been replaced, but Sinistra didnt know that she was alive. She had heard that it sometimes seemed that a Force User died when they simply lost consciousness, or that not everyone left an impression of death in the Force when they died. But what about her? What was going to happen to her? Would her master be upset if she took her holocron? It didnt matter, Taung had directed her to do so, and she would get him the holocron of her Master.*
*She handled the lightsabers, they felt like her's, but for some reason she didnt quite feel like they were. It was an odd sensation, they were exactly as she remembered, but somehow they didnt quite feel connected to her like they should have been. Perhaps someone had tried to use the Force on them in order to align them more towards themselves, and only partially succeeded. She could still feel herself in them, at least, she thought she did, but the crystals somehow told her that they did not belong to her.
Igniting the blades she was rewarded with the snap hiss and identical purple blades, the light seemed slightly harsh in her eyes, and a thrill ran through her that they worked as they should, at least the power cells were still charged. She repositioned herself on the bunk and tried to center herself, the lightsaber hilts resting in her hands that rested across her knees. Taking a deep breath she let the room fade away, refining her focus down to just her lightsabers, and then to the crystals, and then one at a time she began to apply the Dark Side to them, letting waves of precise anger and frustration lap across them attuning them to herself once again. Hours later she came out of her trance, tired, but not exhausted, activating the lightsabers once again to hum in the dim light, but this time...they sang to her know, they were once again hers, and only hers.
Deactivating them she curled up around them and tried to sleep, the gentle hum of the ship being unfamiliar enough to make it a restless night.*
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*Taung returned to his own cabin, resting on his bunk he stared blankly at the deck, occasionally shifting back and forth to look at one rivet or a panel edge. His mind continued to work. With a holocron created by Sinistra he could potentially press onto a clone of Sinistra all of her training and personality traits, or at least some resemblance to it. He wasnt sure exactly how holocrons worked, it was one of the pieces of technology he had never fully understood, and know he could have one to study for a time. He didnt dare use the holocron himself, he doubted that he would be able to access it anyway, but merely the ability to scan it in any way he wished and have two 'trained' Force Users to describe the other matters to him...he could create his own holocron if he wished, at least...possibly. But if his plans succeeded he would have a fully trained Sith Master at his beck and call. The new Mand'alor would likely relieve himself with jagged beskar ore if he learned what Taung was up to and attempting to do, but what did Taung care? He was a Force Sensitive just like the Jetii or Siit, and so technically was as much Ashrah's enemies as either of the two proclaimed Force orders. It was certainly something he would have to think on some more. With that thought his eyes slowly closed and he leaned back against the wall of the cabin. He guessed that it would take a few days to return to Lianna and outfit De'niia with the correct equipment and material to complete her mission with as little noise as possible. Now he also knew how to find Sinistra, even though his holonet searches for information had turned up nothing, he knew that she controlled Kuat Drive Yards... He could draw her out... with that thought his eyes closed and sleep found him.*
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Jess sat in her seat wondering why they had left so abruptly as well. She glared over at Syren, despite the decision to leave being Saari's. "Why do you hate the Jedi so much?"
The question seemed to come out of left field causing both Saari and Syren to turn to the Nautolan with a confused look. Syren raised up an eyebrow. "I don't hate the Jedi, Jess." She paused. Her relationship with the Jedi was tricky. "We have a difference of opinion on what makes a Jedi a Jedi is all."
Jess strained against her harness. "But you didn't want to even warn them about the holonet news broadcast. About the Mandalorian attack..."
Syren let Jess' accusations trail off into silence. "Jess, I believe that the Jedi are perfectly capable of handling themselves when it comes to a fight, whether with the Mandalorians or with the Sith. Anyone who wants to tangle with the Jedi Order openly, is asking for a headache. Besides, there is a good chance if the news has reached me, the news has reached the Jedi Order long before I knew about it. Telling the Watchmen that the Mandalorians might attack the Jedi would be akin to telling Adieumus Matango that his hair is white." Syren paused again, then settled back into her crash seat. "Trust me when I say that the Jedi have no call to a rogue like me, a person they see as a fallen Jedi, an ear to news presented to them."
Silence fell in the cabin, an uncomfortable one. Saari did not add anything to Syren's statements. She already knew most of the Jedi and Syren history. She was not clear on why Dace Concordia was the shatterpoint in that regard, but it was what it was.
Jess did not press the issue. But Saari decided to clear her throat and offer a solution for the nautolan. "I believe that Syren wanted to bring you to the Corellian Academy of the Jedi Order soon to be tested by the masters in your abilities with the Force, Jess."
The nautolan's large eyes blinked. "Really?" She asked Syren, an excited tone rising in her voice.
Syren merely nodded. "You have learned all that I can teach you. You feel that you are on the path of the Jedi. If it is your wish, we shall deliver you to the Jedi on Corellia so that they can decide how best to further train you."
Saari caught Syren's eye out of the corner of her eye. Syren looked saddly down at her lap for the briefest moment before returning to the impassive face she typically wore.
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