Gettin' Social

[jiral]

Training Again...

Jiral decided to wipe his hands on his cloak and turned back towards the Courtyards instead of his chamber.

Someone must know something around here...

The urge to stop someone and ask them to just talk was overbearing. Jiral circled the empty courtyard looking for anything and anyone his left hand rubbing the hilt of his lightsaber. Time passed yet again and he looked too the sky and wondered what the Jedi were up too... If they too had it as lazy as this? If they didn't train and sought endless disputes unending... He didn't question his loyalty to the Sith however, the galaxy needed to have the firm hand behind it but he often wondered at what cost..

He started to go over the details in his mind when the Sith that recruited him appeared behind him and placed a cold hand on his shoulder.

"What is it that you are doing Jiral? Fickle things like stare at the sky... A sky we control..."

Dare I speak to him about my worries... Or shall I keep like a cur and stay ever silent...

Jiral looked onwards as if he hadn't noticed the man then gently brushed him off and began to walk away,

Just another day old friend...

[Jace]

Gabriella yawned loudly, completely oblivious to those around her. She had never really found conversation that entertaining but this was torture. That fool from the dominion had proved for some minor distraction but now he was talking with Vorxere, the senior most member of the little group that had gathered. The Echani had suddenly decided she couldn't stand Vorxere. The woman just rambled on and on about the Force only knows what. Gabby was vaguely reminded of a speech she had heard on Bastion not too long ago.

She momentarily turned her attention to Nieraan, who she found both unbearable and somewhat interesting. There was something in his eyes which told Gabriella that they weren't so different from each other. The Echani hadn't yet decided if that meant she wanted to kill him or leave him be. That thought was lost as Nieraan turned his attention to another new Sith that had just approached. Gabby studied the man momentarily but didn't give him much thought.

The Echani was about to turn and say something to Zarene when she saw the other girl begin to walk away.

"Zarene!" yelled Gabriella

"You damned cyborg fool, where you going?"

Gabriella watched as Zarene walked away, absolutely baffled by what had just happened. She knew that Zarene tended to be moody but the girl had seemed to be in her usual talkative mood moments ago. The Echani could never really understand that girl, she was so weird. Something in her head told her that she should go follow her friend, but she promptly ignored it.

Instead she decided to turn her attention back to Nieraan and the other new arrival. She stepped forward and slapped the back of Nieraan's shoulder with a decent amount of force.

"So Nieraan, whose your new friend?"

[kozeph]

Kajir while he did not understand why lady... Lord Vorxere was ticked off by being addressed as lady, but regardless the harm was done and all the assassin could do was simply bow his head and look at the floor "Forgive me my lord" he said softly before raising his head again and resuming a casual stance with both his hands behind his back, he remained silent taking all of Vorxere words head on.

Kajir bowed his head again "What lord Memmon does in Bastion is his business, I am just a blade and I serve the will of the Sith lords" he said locking eyes to her "I'm just a pawn for the order and it's masters, Lord Mammon gives me assignments and I fallow them in hopes that in doing so my dream is fulfilled" Kajir bowed again at the Sith master. Kajir remained true to his purpose it was all he had and he would see it happen.

As hopeless as this dream was, the human assassin would give his entire self to the order and his life if the chance for that dream to be born could happen. Kajir the fool, Kajir the tool and Kajir the dreamer. He ignored the stare of the one called Nieraan, he would not be bothered by their petty ignorance and pride.

He remained quiet for the rest of the conversation, listening to his "brethren" and "sisters" talk about a struggle. It was a short sighted view, one that was not aware of the true powers of the scum of the galaxy.

Kajir lips slid open and he began speaking rather softly "The exchange would not attack the hutts, especially influential ones. The exchange while powerful still pales in comparison with the influence and power of the Hutts who are in complete control of several systems, going against the Hutts is folly" he smiled "If the heads of the order are wise, they would make the Hutts their allies-- their space routes would provide many interesting openings to exploit"

A pair of initiates soon approached the group, Kajir only nodded he had little to do here anyway, but he would remain here and tolerate the fools that gathered only so he could hear Lord Vorxere words, this was an opportunity to learn and have a personal opinion of this particular master.

[Rugs]

“Cloax Zenotite. I’m a newly recruited Sith Initiate.”

Another one, huh? Looks like I was right. Nieraan studied this Cloax for a moment through taint-yellowed eyes. The man kept his face hidden within the shadow of his hood. Interesting. He wasn't the first Nieraan had seen to do so, however, so he didn't pay too much mind to it.

“If I may ask, who are you?”

"Nieraan Onin," he answered simply. "I've been here a little while myself, but I'm still pretty new." He glanced around the courtyard, looking at the other Sith that were around beyond the little knot that he'd been talking to. It was fair to say he didn't know most of them.

"It's not too bad. Most of the time." Nieraan paused, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked back down to Clox. "It has its moments th-" His words were suddenly cut off into a grunt when something hit his back. He turned his head, growling slightly to see who'd hit him.

"So Nieraan, whose your new friend?"

It was Gabby. Nieraan snorted. "Cloax, he says. New to the Temple." He snorted as he turned around. "And you'd be smart not to hit me again."

Looking back to Cloax, he'd speak again. "So, Cloax. What brought you here?"

[Cloax]

The Firrerreo’s name was Nieraan Onin, and he explained that even though he had been in the temple for an extended time, he still considered himself as someone new. As Nieraan was explaining the temple a bit more, another member seemed to excite him as she hit him hard on his back. She seemed to be a bit more energetic than the others and with her physical features being of a silver variant, Cloax assumed her to be an Echani. She had asked Nieraan who he was talking to. He told her about Cloax and his new arrival to the temple. Cloax nodded back to the Echani in an introductory manner before taking notice to Nieraan once again who asked why Cloax had come to the temple.

“I was invited.” He explained. “I had an interest in the Sith, so I felt it was a good transition from being a Dark Jedi. The life of a rogue isn’t much of a learning experience.” Cloax said as he placed his hands in his pockets and let out a sigh. He then remembered something that he had wanted to ask. He looked at both the Echani and Nieraan, as he believed that they both could probably answer his question.

“I assume an establishment such as this has an overseer or Sith Lord. Can I ask who they are?” Ever since he had read about them, Cloax wanted to know about more the Sith Lord who was deemed to be unrivaled in skills using the Dark side of the force. Their tutelage was supposed to be of the highest honor.

[Apillis]

As the assassin apologized to her and explained his disposition thereof, Acalya only wondered if in the days of old when the Sith and Jedi clashed, that if this were all the Sith had to offer the Jedi to meet the challenge they represent to the Sith. Idiotic 'Sith Lords' who fancy themselves as nobles and try to play at being kings and rulers, and those who conceded to those jester Lords fancying themselves kings. If Acalya understood one thing, she undestood what it meant be Vorxere, a representation of the dark side. Not some ambassador of it, but one of its many reflections and avatars -- a bearer of its face of corruption, and to be the very shadow to the Jedi's beacon of light and hope. That is why she is a Sith Lord and why she is of the Sith Order, and what makes her Sith and why she has become Vorxere. All else is superfluous.

Acalya decades old, but her biology still young, she slowly turned her crimosn hues back to the young assassin of the jester Lord, and replied with a little smirk, "That would be the Exchange's best interests but is that what they should do? Some times, a revolution is needed in order for things to change and alter, and restart anew. Like this war we wage for instances. Will it succeed in destroying the Republic? I don't know. I don't care. The Republic is nothing more than a civilization. It will die in time as all civilizations do, it is all that life ever does, and life only ever knows how do to is to follow the pathway it has been set on in its course toward death. But where one falls, another rises in its place. Destroying the Republic in the end proves meaningless as all it means is the Empire will take on the Republic former position, only for it too to eventually crumble and die in time."

Crossing her arms under her chest as she turned to the assassin, those crimson hues of hers piercing boyond the flesh that composes his body and seeing only as he is within the Force, she went on to say, "Will destroying the Jedi Order defeat the Jedi forever? The Sith Order itself should be the answer to that question. No, the Sith Order always returns after its destruction. The darkness never dies, and it is always present. It exists no matter how bright a Jedi may shine, it will exist still even in themselves. So, in contrast -- will this war bring an end to the Jedi Order forever? No. It too will survive us as we have survived them... time and time again, our dance will always continue in its endless cycle and trade between who leads the destruction of the other... and the rebirth."

A small smile cracked on that face of hers with its corpse-like pallor, the dark gray lips like those of a drown-victim thinning with the little smile of hers; and the dark rings around her eyes that only seemed to make her eyes just greater shade of vivid red; though the smile brought no added creases to those at the far corners of her eyes that were nothing more than the dark side's marks of hate upon her visage -- perhaps, the smile was still yet too small. As the small smile was plastered upon her visage, Acalya then brought the conversation full circle, "So, like the Republic the Exhcange can make their little tidings to be allies and huggy-kiss-kiss friendships with the Hutts... But like the Republic, turn themselves into little more than a stagnant entity leading those to hate it for no true purpose other than its ability to endure. Or... they can take a risk, attempt to overthrow the Hutts, swallow them whole, become something new... and bold. Though, it may lead to their destruction whether victorious or defeated, either way -- for something to return anew -- it must first die."

[Lithium]

It had only been a few short weeks since Adrianna had arrived at the Sith temple after slaying her Jedi master... along with several civilians that she met on the way. Ever since her arrival Adrianna had been in constant meditation. Her hatred and anger had to be harnessed. Such an infinite pool of power. Adrianna envisioned it as a large sea in her meditations. Always waving gently... always waiting... and when she used the Force the waters became like those in a storm. Tidal waves and rogues coming at all angles. If she could find a way to direct the waves she knew she'd be unstoppable. Yet as smart as Adrianna was she could not even fathom an approach to such an endeavor.

Adrianna was an independent soul, but she required guidance. She craved for a master, someone to guide her, but such a desire was nothing but a wish right now. After a long period of meditation without any results Adrianna decided to take a break and wander for a while. Maybe some fresh air would clear her mind.
Adrianna was wearing a black tunic with matching black pants and a simple deep crimson open-front robe over it all. Her long hair was loose and cascading down her back. Adrianna had just stood up from her meditation and wandered off, not bothering to put on shoes, fix her hair, or rise her hood. She didn't expect to find anyone. She hadn't interacted much since she had arrived.

As Adrianna approached the courtyard she heard voices. She paused for a second, considering turning back. The idea lingered in her mind. Adrianna closed her eyes and took a deep breath, clearing out the myriad of uncertainties plaguing her. The little voices in her head dimmed to mere whispers, and with a momentary clarity Adrianna felt a tug towards the courtyard. The Force had guided her here, might as well keep following it's tug further.

Adrianna ventured into the courtyard with gentle steps. Adrianna was a human, plain and simple, with no interesting traits to her name. From the outside she looked physically weak with her small frame and slender physique. Regardless, she refused to be intimidated by the group she had ventured upon. Strong bodies, probably outclassing her in lightsaber skill and physical prowess. She heard someone mention of someone quitting life as a Dark Jedi to join the Sith. Such interesting lives they must all have lead. Her own life seemed boring by comparison. It made her hate her old brethren at the Jedi temple even more. The waves in her pool of hatred picked up as her presence in the Force became undeniable.

For now Adrianna just stood by, listening to the stories they were exchanging. Adrianna's thirst for knowledge was insatiable, even if it was something as seemingly trivial as the stories of other initiates like herself.

[Rugs]

"Invited, eh?" Nieraan shifted his weight from one leg to another and folded his arms over his chest. Now there was an interesting concept. He'd just stumbled across the Temple after hearing growing rumors about the Sith presence in the Outer Rim. He hadn't really put much thought into the Sith actually inviting people into the Order, but then again, he didn't really care either. "Wonder what they promise people to get them to come out to this damn rock." With a slight motion of his hand, he gestured around them, to the dirt and the dust that was everywhere, even in the courtyard. "Not that it took much for me to get out here..."

He snorted softly and crouched down so that he was balanced easily on his toes. He rested his forearms on his thighs and looked up to the other Sith, both the fiery Echani and the new arrival that he'd taken to talking to. Power. That was the reason he'd come, and he wasn't shy about hiding it or his relative lack of concern about some of the other facets of the Order. Wonder if he came for beliefs or something. Or if his reason's the same as mine.

“I assume an establishment such as this has an overseer or Sith Lord. Can I ask who they are?”

Now there was a question Nieraan could answer. He chuckled softly and looked up at the man, not bothering to hide some of the amusement that welled up in him. Only a short time had passed since his own encounter with the Dark Overlord--an encounter that could've ended with him in much deeper trouble than what he'd gotten away with. Not that he'd complain about it anytime soon.

"Oh yes, there's an overseer. Iniqitous. Charming guy. Don't mess with his columns though, he seems to really like them." Snorting, Nieraan let his eyes drift down to the dusty stone and picked up a little piece of red sandstone. He turned it over in his hand absentmindedly as he continued to speak.

"There are a few other Lords below him, but he's the one with all the real power here. What he says goes." A little knowing smirk spread on his lips and he glanced up at Cloax. He came very near to saying more, but decided it might be best not to. Encouraging his sort of disobedience publicly was something that would probably be frowned upon, and he wasn't quite in the mood for another confrontation with the higher ups again. Not so soon after the last one.

Nieraan casually tossed the stone across the courtyard and watched it bounce for a few meters. It hit some other Initiate's boot. They gave him look and he stared challengingly back, but nothing came of it. "Anyway, you wanna know how to find the guy, I can't help you. I like to stay as far away from those types as I can. Sure you can figure it out yourself though. Won't last here long if you can't at least handle something like that."

With a dismissive shrug, Nieraan decided that was that for that line of conversation; he'd more or less told Cloax all he knew of Iniquitous anyway. After a moment of toying around with another pebble, he stood up again, stretched his back and glanced around. Yin looked to be talking to Vorxere still, and he didn't really care to know what Kajir was doing.

Another person caught his eye, though. A small, frail-looking woman with long black hair in a red robe stood a short ways off, watching them.

Nieraan sighed. Was it so hard to approach a group? Might as well see what there is to this one...

"Well," he called over to the woman, watching her with yellow eyes, "you gonna just stand there and stare?"

[Jace]

Gabriella couldn't help but grin at Nieraan's reaction to her friendly little tap on the back. He seemed to be rather quick to anger, something that she could appreciate. That didn't mean she liked him, no, it was quite the opposite. He annoyed her greatly, but he was entertainment for the time being. Speaking of entertainment, this Cloax guy didn't look like he would be much. He seemed so very, well, Sithish. They were all the same, Nieraan's and Cloax's words proved it.

Power this knowledge that. Could they get any more boring?

The Echani had joined the Sith for one reason and one reason only, entertainment. She joined because of the many prospects for fun and excitement. Gabriella's idea of fun was just a little different from normal peoples. As soon as she thought that the Sith wouldn't serve her purposes, she would leave. The galaxy was a large place, surely the Sith weren't the only people who could provide her with what she needed.

Annoyingly, Nieraan just kept talking like the idiot he was. He did mention Iniquitous, a man whom Gabriella had met once. Half the time his name was whispered around the Temple. She did have to admit that he had a certain presence about him. Even someone like Gabriella was humbled before the man. She didn't give the man much thought though, there were more than enough distractions at the Temple. Truth be told, the Echani didn't care much for the hierarchy either, though it proved useful every once in awhile.

Gabriella knew the feeling of when she was being watched, she was an attractive person after all. It appeared that Nieraan also noticed it too. She was going to say something, but the other Sith beat her to it. Gabriella had to admit that she was about to say something very similar to what he did.

"You would think they would have something better to do" She commented to no one in particular