A new Shadow (open)

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Kajir Arjun walked out last from the room where all the recent new comers and those seeking to join the Sith order had been sent for "indoctrination" and passionate speeches about promises of glory and most importantly power where made to the newcomers. Among those new comers Kajir was the only one not interest in the acquisition of power, he for one and probably the only one as far as he knew had a different set of goals to most members of these organization. The human known as Kajir wasn't after the promise of power or slaughter, he was after a better future not for himself or for his brothers but for the galaxy at large, he bore no particular anger at the Republic or the Jedi order he just saw that their time had ended and that their refusal to perish was hurting the little folk far more than they cared to know, so Kajir had made up his mind to help the Sith finish both dying groups for the sake of the galaxy. He was no saint how ever and Kajir would never even consider himself anything other than a tool and murderer, but if a tool like him could make a better future he would play his part and help make that future true.

The newly named initiate began to walk around with no particular interest, just looking for a place to sit before going up and checking the room that he would claim for his own. He was also walking around to get a general sense of the lay out of the temple, he ignored most people that passed him by and took care to avoid those out of limits areas for those newly accepted into the order. After a couple of minutes of more walking he found a empty living room of sorts, a couple of chairs in a enclosed room with several tables a room with little decoration which the human took a liking too, quiet and simple perfect to take a brake for someone as unfeeling and inexpressive such as him.

Kajir sat and drew a small datapad he carried below his black cloak which covered most of the human body, leaving only his head exposed, while his head visible his neck was not for his red hood had been lowered and looked more like a scarf, leaving only the upper part of Kajir exposed with the rest of his face.

The datapad had only one thing in it, it was the image of a albino Trandoshan, one of the last targets of Kajir private vendetta. The human began studying all the information he had about that peculiar Trandoshan, in the small deserted room.

[Karl the Unfettered]

"Trandoshans are boring, you know," came an apparently sourceless voice from somewhere to Kajir's right. "Big, stupid, easily misled... you can fool them into killing themselves, did you know that?" Suddenly an older man appeared in Kajir's vision, though he was sitting in one of the chairs to his left. He wore black, like almost everyone else in the Temple, though his robes were custom-tailored and trimmed in gold. At his belt were a great many weapons: two black lightsabers, a curious looking dagger, an Echani dueling saber and a silenced slugthrower pistol.

"It's usually inadvisable to face them in single combat, after all," the man went on jovially, his eyes hidden behind extremely dark glasses (so dark one couldn't tell if he even had eyes at all). "Stupid they may be, but unskilled they generally are not; permanent cultural warfare with Wookiees tends to make a fighter out of you, if nothing else won't."

He stood up and walked over to where the younger man was seated, examining him intently. "Hmm... you look like a fellow with vision, young man," he began, staying on his feet. "Let me guess... you don't hold with any of these crackerjacks the galaxy has to offer these days and you're out to purify the whole damn place, am I right? You don't give a damn about politics, you just want to clear away the wreckage of old so people can get a fresh start in the future, without the shackles that bind and the fetters that blind, am I right?"

He chuckled, and held out a hand. "Charlill Sylvorr at your service, young man. You can call me Shard. I could use a fellow like yourself, in some endeavors of my own." If they had told him anything useful at all back in orientation, they would have told him about the resident Sith Lords and ranking Masters. This fellow, this Shard, was one of them: Dark Lord Memnon, as his formal title went.

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Kajir finger clicked like lightning the off bottom as soon as he heard someone speak, someone had managed to sneak up to him not only that the man was sitting just in front of the newly accepted Sith, few people could sneak around Kajir like that. The human's eyes narrowed danguersly while the man spoke about Trandoshan as a whole, things Kajir knew very well but he saw no reason to be rude "That is already known to me, but I appreciate the advice" yes Kajir knew enough of the reptilian race and he knew even more about this albino Trandoshan, who was now member of a small gang of slavers known as the Red Volture and that he had thirty six companions as wells as a son who travelled with Kajir target.

The assassin watched carefully as the man spoke, Kajir was sitting upright and in such way he was in a position to easily spring into action, not that he expected anything to happen there was no real reason why he should be punish or to be antagonized so soon upon his joining and that man with dark glasses was not part of the group of iniciates Kajir was part off, that man already had spent some time in the order and his next words where enough to brake the younger sith cold facade "How..." Kajir jaw dropped and his prefessional facade was completly destroid, that man just acomplish two things that so few could, first he managed to sneak into the room without being seen or even felt by Kajir who's insticts and senses where of hooned beyoned the norm due to his profession as a killer and even trained with the force to both few could acomplish something like this so easily. The second thing and most importantly was that that man broke and saw right through Kajir facade and saw his true intentions which he had been very recluntant to speak about with the other initiates, just who was that man? and there he finaly spoke his name, a name so very familiar to Kajir.

It took a couple of seconds for himself to pull himself together.

"Charlill Sylvorr or Shard, leader of the Dominion I have heard your name before and know of you'r exploits within the Dominion the underworld speaks much of it, you are also known as lord Memnon within the Sith order" Kajir spoke analiticly and returning to his naturally cold form of speaking "It is an honor master Memmon you exceed my expectetions" Kajir was analizing the situation quickly as he spoke, the sith masters moved a lot faster than he expected they where already setting their nets to capture the newly born into the order and raise them with their teachings, the young human had to wonder how much did Shard really know of him how long had he or his agents been watching Kajir and a handful of others, testing from the shadows which should it be worthy to take as a pawn "My name is Kajir Arjun, new iniciate to the order... but you already know this much? Am I right?" Kajir spoke while extending his hand and shaking Shard's hand firmly.