Wandering in the Dark

[SionX]

[Early Morning, Sith Temple on Korriban]

Sion sat on his bed and stretched, having just woken up. Getting up, he stumbles over to the closet, where he pulls out his robes and heads to the bathroom to take a shower. Robes donned and having taken his shower, he heads out of the bathroom and into the hallway. Yawning, he walked through the ancient halls searching for nothing in particular.

Looking around at the small amount of people in the hallway at this hour, he sighed and looked up at the roof. He wanted desperately to find a master to train him, so that he could help the Sith in their campaign against the Jedi. Scanning the room again, he walked over to a wall and slid down it, sitting while he waited for the eventual flood of other Sith to enter the hallways. He closed his eyes and went into thought.

He took a deep breath and stood up as, like clockwork, Countless other Sith poured out of their various rooms. The crowd was mostly Initiates, with the occasional Apprentice. The Order was yet small, but that was an issue that would soon be rectified if their campaign continued as it did. The Initiates, like him, were sure to be wandering the halls. Until they found masters, Initiates don't have much to do. Some were assigned chores, others were free to study.

Sion opened his eyes. When would he find a Master? When would he be free to serve the Sith? These questions and many others flowed through his head as he looked around. Most of the Sith were gone already, off to do whatever it was that they were tasked with. Some yet lingered in the halls, talking, thinking, Some of the younger Initiates were stumbling and spinning around trying to navigate their way through the Temple. At any rate, the day had begun. He started moving once more through the corridors, waiting to be found.

[The Conman]

Doneeda had been stuck in the same section as the Initiates to sleep. Made sense, she had her own room, and it wasn't all that bad. Though the racket in the morning was something that couldn't be described. Just because they were Evil, didn't make them any quieter. She groaned and rolled over to her other side and used the pillow to cover up her ear-cones. It didn't help much.

Being a Mechanic, she wasn't on duty for another couple of hours. The Initates were woken up earlier than the staff were, except her. They wanted to torture her. Or something. Either way, it was working. She rolled back over and looked at the digital chrono on the desk.

7:00 AM.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she had to close them again. The sun was streaming in through the window. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. The sounds of kids walking, and talking, streaming through her door as easily as the sun streamed through the glass in the window.

Screw it. She said quietly in huttese.

Donnie got dressed, wearing a pair of brown cargo pants and a black t-shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror, moving a leeku from resting on her chest to her back. Her pants were giving her the same issues as every other pair. Too tight around the bottom, and too loose around the waist. She put on her belt and shrugged, her mind having shifted to food...and Coffee.

The Sith had better have Coffee.

Doneeda had closed the door and started walking, not paying attention to where she was going, but to the possibility of bacon, when she bumped into somebody.

((OOC: THAT SOMEBODY BEING....TAG SION ))

[SionX]

Sion scanned the room once more. Just then, someone bumped into him, and he stumbled into a column with a thud. He shook his head in surprise.

"Wha-?" He said, turning around to see who it was that bumped into him. It was a female Twi'lek dressed in Cargo shorts and a T-Shirt, Her skin colored like the sand on Tatooine, if a bit darker.

"What was that for, Twi'lek?" He asked, diminuitively using her race name as a slur. He did not know why he was angry at such a minor offense, maybe it was the Temple itself, maybe it was just pent up rage. In any case, he waited for the Twi'lek woman to answer him.

[The Conman]

Donnie looked down at the person she'd bumped into, and turned to face him. She figured she'd not seen him since he was somewhat short. Not that she'd meant anything by it. Though it seemed the kid thought she did.

I'wa 'ca'ou shord.

She said with a grin. Doneeda figured he was more cranky because it was early. Probably hadn't had anything to eat, wasn't a morning person, or needed coffee. Like her.

Donnie figured he'd been there a bit longer than she had, and that would mean he'd know where to find said wonderful black substance. She hatched a cunning plan, to both get coffee and possibly make a friend.

Hay, wan' ge'food?

She said, gesturing with her left arm towards the end of the hallway.

[SionX]

Sion picked apart her broken Galactic Basic, figuring out what what she had said.Just when he was about to barrade her for the short thing, raising a hand, she asked him if he wanted to get food.

Putting his hand down he raised his eyebrow and said cautiously, "..Sure?"

"I'll lead the way." He said, still a bit confused due to the rushed turn that their encounter had taken.

[The Conman]

She was thankful he'd decided not to hit her, but to lead her to food. She wouldn't doubt that even though oddly small, he looked like the kinda kid who'd been beaten up for it.

Doneeda smirked when he told her to follow, and nodded, keeping pace with him, following if he turned, and figured she'd try to strike up a conversation.

Mah Nam-e i' Doneeda. I's a Mekaneek, ana pylot.

She said, making a gesture like she was turning a wrench when she said what she did, and like she was holding a flight yoke when she said pilot. She'd adopted using gestures as much as she could when talking, after realizing that most didn't understand her if she didn't try to make it obvious what she was talking about.

That or try to figure out if they spoke Huttese.

Wha'choo doo?

She asked as they walked.

[SionX]

Sion smiled, more calm now, he started to take a liking to her accent.A mechanic and a pilot, she said. Interesting.

"What do I do? I am a Sith initiate here at the temple." He replied. He tapped his lightsaber, hooked onto his belt.

They reached the Mess Hall and he opened the door. He sat down at a table and waited for Doneeda to get what she wanted to eat and or drink.

[The Conman]

Doneeda nodded, and glanced at the tube on his belt. Made sense, though, the majority of the people she'd see were initiates, but conversation was conversation, she figured. He sat down at a table, and she looked over at the buffet-style food they had.

Yus!

She said triumphantly, having found the eatery.

I bes bak.

She said, taking off for the food.

After she'd grabbed a tray and a plate she went with the line up. The selection was...interesting. Not the standard fare you'd see on Corellia...or Zeltros, or anywhere else for that matter. There were some things she recognized, eggs, some local variation on baccon, of which she took some of both.

But there were other things. A purple coloured mash that looked like and had the consistency of mashed potatoes, and smelled like shrimp. She took some. They also had something that looked like cooked frogs. Doneeda raised an eyebrow, and took one.

She shuffled along and put 3 cups of coffee on the tray, and doctored them up the way she liked them, and grabbed a couple of creamers and sugars, figuring he wouldn't object to a coffee.

Doneeda walked over to the table and put the tray down, taking the coffee of and pushing it over towards Sion, and taking a sip of hers.

Dis' Siff java i'some gud stuff... She said, taking a bite of the shrimp scented purple mashed potatoes...which tasted like spinach. She swallowed, and continued.

Ow lon' yah bin 'ere?

She asked.

[SionX]

Sion yawned as he waited for her, watching her pick her food, she seemed astonished at the selection they had. He didn't quite care for it, he didn't eat much, but if he was hungry he wouldn't complain.

Doneeda soon came back with a tray full of assorted exotic foods from the buffet, and three cups of coffee. He smiled, she was strange. He took the cup of coffee that she pushed into his hands.Sion raised an eyebrow as she remarked on the Sith coffee and then immediately began eating the strange purple food on one side of her tray.

She asked him how long he had been here.

A few months, I sort of lose track.

He continued the conversation

You enjoying the food here?

[The Conman]

Doneeda shrugged. She'd tried only a few of the things they had, still having not bothered with the cooked frog looking thing. Though she intended too...oh she intended to for sure. She swallowed again, having dug into the eggs for a couple of bites. They tasted...egg-ish. Close enough for her.

Da'foo innit ba'.

Doneeda realized he wasn't eating. Which was strange. But humans were strange, by and large. So she didn't question it.

Hay, so'aren'yah a lil' old tah be a 'nitiate? I think'd dey's oney tha kiddies?

She asked, as she started attacking the cooked frog with her spork.

[SionX]

Sion once again eyed her tray, she was almost done with her food though she hadn't yet touched the frog-like meat. As he read her thoughts he saw that she noticed he wasn't eating.

I don't eat much

He said, shrugging.

And no, I'm not very old. I'm only eighteen, and the Sith will accept any and all who wish to serve the cause.

Thinking of the Jedi, he dug his fingers into the metal table, bending it unintentionally with the power of his anger. He took his hand off the table and looked down at the bend he made, embarrassed, he looked to the left and continued.

Unlike the weak Jedi, who only accept you as a Jedi at a very young age, often stealing children from their families and training them to fight.

He knew the Sith were widely considered evil, and he knew this, but to him and almost every other sith, this evil was a good thing that gave them strength. But the Jedi were a different breed of evil, mistakenly believing they cause no harm with their acts.

[The Conman]

His remark about not eating caused Doneeda to raise an eyebrow. She swore she hadn't said anything...but then again, she might have and since forgotten she'd said anything. So she continued hacking apart the frog, deciding to try to take the first bite...just as Sion bent the table.

Doneeda jumped, and dropped her frog leg back onto the plate. She was about to ask what it was when she noticed the dents in the table. She'd have to get used to being around forcies.

She nodded throughout Sion's comments on the Jedi. She'd heard about them in school, she'd even been forced to do a research paper for her history class on them once. Though there wasn't any mention of stealing babies, there also wasn't any mention of how bad the slave trade was, nor that smugglers weren't all evil people lacking decency and teeth.

Ah. Wel' I din' mean tah...stir 'ne thin up wid'at. I do kno' the' take jussabout 'nebody. I turned up 'ere in a 'scape pod, 'swhere I god this. She said, pointing to a still healing fine cut on her face, starting an inch above her left eye and going vertically down her cheek, just missing her mouth.

She finally got a chance to take a bite of the frog. Which, as it turned out, was rather vile. She washed the taste out with the last of her first coffee, moving onto the next one and nudging the tray towards the unoccupied side of the table.

Fo wa'is wort' I don'think yah guise tha' ba. Da foo's goo', bed i'komfy, an I can'komplain bout da koffee. An yah arn'dat ba, eithar, spected da siff tah be...less 'comodatin.

She said, raising her cup slightly when she mentioned the coffee. Doneeda was beginning to wonder how she'd kill the next 2 hours, hoping there was stuff to do here aside from work. She figured Sion would know, more than likely.

OOC: Cut is mentioned in her post on korriban, forgot about it until now...just roll with it or something. devil's in the details.

[SionX]

Sion laughed when she jumped, not at her, more of an embarrassed laugh.

Heh, I'm sorry, didn't mean to scare you.

He tried to fix the bend back into place as best he could, but decided just to leave it as it was. When she told him about her scar and how she got here, he thought it was rather interesting.




There isn't very much to do here other than work or training, but I'm sure there's something. I don't mind work so much.

Having finished his coffee, he tossed it into a garbage receptacle and turned back to Doneeda to continue their conversation.

Must have hurt, If I may ask, what were you doing on an escape pod heading towards this planet? There is hardly anything here but the Temple and it's surrounding area, The rest of the planet is quite desolate.

[The Conman]

Doneeda watched the cup arc through the air and end up in the garbage. She gave him a thumbs up.

I wannit en da 'scape pod on purpose! She said with a laugh, before continuing.

Actual, I wa' goin' someplaec'selse, fa'work. Bah dis en'o da galxy innit a bi' vacations'pot, yah kno? So I's take a freightar da'ha no buidnez bein' in da blak, an es FTL decide' ta fall tah'bitz. I'scram da reaktor, an wes'ere.

Doneeda paused for a second, remembering what happened next. Not one of her finer moments, to say the least.

Prollem's dat we baskly EN da air, like, I coul make out 'tuff'n da groun. So Is'ay ta'da foks tah ged off...bah da peopl' on da freightar's 'ike...ma'old, yah kno? Doneeda paused to take a sip of her coffee. She also started playing with her left leeku, looking off to nowhere in particular as she sat the coffee back down.

Ne'who, so I's try tah ged'em off, bud'ey so ol' da ef I wait, I dai. She said, looking back too Sion. Tip of her left leeku still being twiddled.

So, I jus'run tah da 'scape pod, an go. I din' lan here by purpose...Bah I thin is tha darkness'o'da place...dis'plane' god some baa'mojo." She said, finishing off her coffee and trying to toss it at the trash like Sion...Missing completley.

She turned around after the failed toss.

See.

She said, gesturing to the crumpled paper cup about 6 feet from the garbage can behind her.

[SionX]

He listened to her story intently, and waited until she was done telling it to speak.

If I weren't a Sith, I tell you, this is the last place I would want to land. We don't take very kindly to anyone on the outside here, and this sort of thing seems to happen alot.

He laughed, recalling his time helping out in the medical center

In fact, just last week someone crashed here in an escape pod, ended up in our medical bay, didn't seem to be a Sith though. Long story, too long to tell you. Still have no idea how he ended up here instead of the colony.

When she tossed her coffee cup at the receptacle and missed, he smiled as it hit the ground, and with a wave of his hand lifted it into the air and dropped it into the can.

I know what you mean. And it's hard, being a Sith, I mean.Barely anyone outside of the sith care about us, and even most of the Sith don't care about their own. Sympathy and other traits of the sort are considered weaknesses, here.

[The Conman]

Doneeda nodded. The only reason she'd been allowed to live was because she was a skilled mechanic, and an equally skilled pilot. Both of which they needed. But the lack of sympathy was something she was starting to notice. The idea that she was supposed to yell at her underlings in the repair bays should have been a sign, but when she yelled she was more incomprehensible than usual, so she just said she was disappointed if somebody messed up and showed them how to do it right...

Coincidentally, the instance of ships returning for service had dropped considerably.

Yah...I ca'see dat... She said, thinking for a second before continuing.

Is nah'gud fo'yah. Yah kno? Cha can'go aroun' an' be hatin' on yous'ame people. Go krazy, ged gray hair and a ulcer...dai wen yous like..thirdy.

She said, chuckling at her last remark. Doneeda was starting to realize that personality wise, she stuck out like a sore thumb, but she was one of the best mechs there. She figured if she kept her head down, her voice low, and did her job, they'd let it slide to keep the birds flying.

She continued.

Eff yah ne'someone tah talk tah, Is 'ere. I'magine dey don'courage ya'kis ta talk abou'tuff, bah wha'evah cause yah tah mess up da table, innit a gud thin'...tuff li'da jus eats yah alive, 'tartin' wi'yah soul, Yah Kno?

Doneeda said. It wasn't that she was trying to undo anything, but you can still hate your enemy without having to hate the guy standing next too you. She'd been a criminal for the past 4 years, and she'd realized early on that her crew was largely united by their hatred of Corsec.

She saw the Sith, so far, as fundamentally the same.