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Dec 13, 2015 23:19:37 GMT -5
Post by Marcie's ℳℰℳℰS on Dec 13, 2015 23:19:37 GMT -5
A very young Zeltron walks out of the building which she for some reason was so hurried inside by Sith members. (Read app for information about that) The Zeltron looks particulary very young and seems to clearly have seen some combat recently with a scar on her right side of her hairline down to her mid cheek. Unlike normal Zeltrons though, this one seems to have been isolated ever since birth. Resulting duller red skin other than the traditional bright red and or pink. Her dark brown hair right now is pretty crazy though seems to have been styled somewhat. As if she was just put through testing, cleaning, and education. (Cause she was) Though while she currently wears tight black training clothes clearly given to her recently, she does however wear a tribal necklace that seems very old and worn as if she's had it for quite some time.
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she looks at her surroundings and heads towards the nearest bar. By how she interacts in the crowd you could tell she seems very keep to herself in public but not so in a relatively familiar environment.
Once in the bar, she sits down at the bar ordering a drink and spends her time reading what seems to be a journal.
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Dec 16, 2015 0:17:20 GMT -5
Post by Harukei on Dec 16, 2015 0:17:20 GMT -5
One thing that Syrin could say about Korriban, was that, despite being a dust bowl, the power of the darkside resonated within her with great potency. Perhaps it was the reason she had decided to return after every mission. It could also be due the fact that whispers of countless millennia of warfare, rebirth and death that had seen the cycle of a Sith Empire to another could be perceived in the midst of a deep meditation. These, she had considered before, were lessons that would come tacitly to everyone who would sync with the energies that radiated from the world.
On the other hand, the Sith Knight contemplated that she preferred Korriban over Drommund Kaas due the fact that the temple on the ancient homeworld of the Sith had a decent bar not too far away from it's premises. Perhaps not the most glamorous of reasons, but in a place where she could drink and keep her thoughts for herself, specially after a mission. After all, huddled in a dark corner where someone would not dare to speak of her was something she appreciated to a great length.
It was then that the crimson of her eyes would scan the area. Noticing how a young Zeltron walked amidst the mixed group of fringers, Imperial Soldiers and Sith of various ranks, catching the eyes of males from humanoid species. Indeed that from the distance she was pretty to look by, but at the approximate age that she calculated, anyone could be, specially someone of a species that held hedonism as part of their way of life. Syrin wasn't simply interested on her in that way. However she could sense through the Force the power that burned within the young one.
Another asset for the Empire should it be crafted properly and her power and hatred given focus, she considered. Leaving the refuge of the padded booth she had kept for herself, she made way. Imperial Soldiers and Sith of similar or lower ranking than her parting ways and nodding in respect before she sat next to the young woman, making a hand gesture to the Iktotchi bartender, who served her the usual. After a sip of the burning Corellian brandy she would speak.
"I take it you are a fresh Apprentice?" She asked in a taciturn tone.
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Dec 16, 2015 0:21:44 GMT -5
Post by Marcie's ℳℰℳℰS on Dec 16, 2015 0:21:44 GMT -5
Murae would practically resist looking up. She seems so caught up in what she's reading she finally closes the journal not having responded for a couple seconds. She raises a brow looking at the lady next to her "I am, you are?" She said skeptically unsure of who she was talking to. She finally in her mind decides to ask "I'm waiting for a Syrin. Have you seen her or are you her? I'd assume so because you've broken my silence that I do so appreciate." Harukei
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Dec 16, 2015 14:13:34 GMT -5
Post by Harukei on Dec 16, 2015 14:13:34 GMT -5
The usual stoicism of her features would melt away for a second. After all why would this Zeltron look for her? Had she provoked the anger of someone of a similar standing within the Order, enough for them to embrace the obsolete tradition of their predecessors of removing someone from the equation? If that was true, and if this girl was an assassin, she was good with the crowd, but sloppy in her execution. Assassins must known the target better than their partners or secret lovers.
Although, any hint that the Force could give was absent or she simply wasn't a threat. After all while the age gap was not necessarily a large one, the one in their abilities with the Force and the lightsaber however, were most likely a big difference. Even when she did not wished to start a fight within the bar, more so against a member of her Order, she felt that should the need arise, she would be more than capable to deal with her.
With a final drink of her Corellian brandy Syrin would lean against the counter. The crimson of her eyes scanning the red skinned young woman, noticing a scar that slashed it's way on one side of her face. She was attractive, that much she could grant. Although the same could be said of every other Zeltron in the galaxy.
"I am her." Syrin simple answered. "What is it to you, though?"
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Dec 16, 2015 14:58:47 GMT -5
Post by Marcie's ℳℰℳℰS on Dec 16, 2015 14:58:47 GMT -5
The Zeltron took a sip of her wine and closed the journal tucking it away. Crossing one leg over the other she'd lean in with a grin. Her tone changing to more of a dark tone than what it was before (she acts innocent in public) "I was assigned to you apparently. Was told you were more quick on your feet and I should train with you. While I would like to train in some brute force, I'll focus on bruteness later." Her tone changes back to her hidden darling little girl voice, "So! Tell me about yourself Syrin. Who is this dashing lady sitting right next to me? Must have some stories worth telling to get us better aquatinted." She sips of her wine again leaning in to listen. Murae wasn't surprised by the woman. She expected someone of Syrin's stature. Instead of judging her Murae would only be intrigued. She wasn't sure whether or not to entirely trust the woman yet. She's a sith and so was herself, that doesn't mean they are all trustworthy. Harukei
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Dec 18, 2015 0:09:00 GMT -5
Post by Harukei on Dec 18, 2015 0:09:00 GMT -5
The Sith Knight would cock an eyebrow at the words and attitude of the young Zeltron. Not only she seemed to be so lively, but also she seemed to lack the same respect that acolytes and apprentices usually displayed for their tutors and masters. In all the sense of the word, the girl treated her as if they were equals, even if the positions they held within the Order told another story. And this casual disposition wasn't something that she liked. In fact it was quite the opposite. Although she believed in cooperation, she still believed that a modicum of respect had to be maintained.
"You won't use my name." Syrin said in a cold tone. "You will address me as Master."
She simply wasn't about of telling a complete stranger of her past. The distant memories of the farmlands on Dantooine, how her father had murdered her mother and then sold her and her sister to Zygerrian slavers to simply claim a story of how his family had being murdered. Nor she hold a fond memory of her Dark Jedi Master that thought her the ways of the Force in the most ruthless and sadistic way possible. These memories where a source of her strength and her power. But were very private, not even her paramour would now about them.
"Also, you will drop the casual tone." She instructed once more. "I am your teacher, that does not necessarily translate to friend."
A part of her wondered why would she be assigned another student. Was Felran's training going so well that it had caught the attention of masters of the Order, or was she was meant to be a simple burden to weight her down? If she had any rivals that sought to bring down any perceived prestige that she had, this was a subtle way to do so without resorting to the classical assassination.
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Dec 18, 2015 0:22:18 GMT -5
Post by Marcie's ℳℰℳℰS on Dec 18, 2015 0:22:18 GMT -5
Murae was not surprised to find Syrin was strict. She was told in her accommodation earlier that the Order is structured. Though while Murae was taught this she thought it was best to see where her particular master felt in all of this.
Nodding to Syrin's response she responds with "Yes, master."
Taking a sip of her wine she goes back to her own personal space from leaning in to Syrin. She simply would ask,
"For starters what should I expect to get used to? I would assume you have your own personal standards for your apprentices like other would."
Her tone is clearly very serious and not light hearted at all like it was before. She actually seems to sound more angry if anything. Like instead of keeping the anger away she's just now let it consume her again.
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Dec 19, 2015 14:47:54 GMT -5
Post by The Gray Sith on Dec 19, 2015 14:47:54 GMT -5
(OOC: Says open, I'll delete if I'm a problem ) Sitting in a corner of the bar, playing with his glass of wine, haven't drank a sip of it, Roth watches and listens to what is happening in his surrounding. He watched the girl enter, and take her wine without worries, a Zeltron, she must be. Not long after, another female, but this one Roth has seen, comes towards the Zeltron girl. This was either trouble or going to get interesting. He closed his fist around the glass of wine, along with his saber, as the conversation between them got louder, so he could hear brief details. So! Tell .. yourself, Syrin. Who is the dashing lady .. me? Some things he heard, some he patched together, but he understood most of it. So that was Syrin Elar, the one he heard about. But who was the other girl? He briefly thought she was something as a lord, or even higher by her tone, and the way she spoke to Syrin, but she was too young for that. She was either very powerful, or very stupid, and Roth couldn't sense the power stronger than Syrin's in the bar. So, this Zeltron gal really wants a lesson huh.. The conversation got harder to eavesdrop as they lowered their voices. As expected, the stronger sith putting an end to weaker's arrogance. But who was the Zeltron to Syrin? Roth assumed a new apprentice, that just didn't really know the ways of the Sith, or she was just drunk out of her mind. Well, if the second one was correct, she wouldn't be a Zeltron, and since purebloods are extinct, what species could she be? All of his inner strength went into stopping his body from going towards them, just to see what was going on. He stayed in spot, now holding the glass so tight, it was close to breaking. He moved the dark chair he was sitting on backwards, so he could get closer to the bar and possibly hear pieces of their conversation, but he failed. Now he was really wishing that he had one of those Imperial Intelligence spying thingys. Roth looked towards the sand outside the window his table was next to, and he almost got blinded by the Sun, since he was closing his eyes so he could hear better for some time now. Just... needed to hear a few more words. To know what was going on, before he could come any closer. Of course, he had his hood on, like always in public, so his horns wouldn't be noticed. Also, he had his second saber, on the right side of his body, nicely covered under his black robes, for an element of surprise if it was necessary.
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Dec 19, 2015 16:52:41 GMT -5
Post by Marcie's ℳℰℳℰS on Dec 19, 2015 16:52:41 GMT -5
Murae felt this feeling before. She stopped their conversation and sat there clearly on high alert. She leaned into Syrin and whispered, "Someone is watching and or listening. And I don't think its just someone in the bar that happens to be staring at me." She leaned back again and motioned Syrin to follow her lead. She spoke to her normal tone to where it could be heard someone for Roth, "Thank you for the information regarding the Sith location. I will get back to you as soon as possible. Good night my dear!" Murae would stand up and just plainly walk out of the bar. Once she was outside she expected to see someone, or something following her. (You can decide to follow her) If Roth did follow her. She would walk down the city for a while until she found a sneaky alley. Also assuming he saw her go to that alleyway, she would hide and if or once he enters, she'd attempt to force choke him and ask in an angry tone, "Why were you listening to me and following me hm? I know you aren't here to just hit on me clearly so I want answers." The Gray SithHarukei
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Dec 20, 2015 16:13:30 GMT -5
Post by The Gray Sith on Dec 20, 2015 16:13:30 GMT -5
Thank you for the information regarding the Sith location. I will get back to you as soon as possible. Good night my dear!
Finally, words. Words that could be heard. But what did they mean, was now the issue. What kind of sith was this about. Firstly, what kind of a conversation were they even having? Roth presumed the Zeltron was an apprentice to Syrin, and a stupidly brave one, but this had nothing to do with apprenticeship. There were two possible solutions to this. Roth was made, or this gal liked talking about her assignments. But if he was made, why would she walk out of the bar just like that? The Sanctum could hold a bit, no issues there. This seemed too important to just let go.
Roth walked up, with the glass of his wine still in his hand, and walked towards Syrin, while the Zeltron girl had already left the building. He put the glass on the bar, next to where Syrin was sitting, and smiled at her briefly, before turning around and walking towards the door.
"A hell of an apprentice you got there. She's very brave, but there's a tin line between bravery and stupidity." Roth said, as he walked out of the bar, slowly behind the Zeltron girl, not looking back. He walked briefly, as she went around the corner, into an alley. A strange place, Roth thought. If this was a mission of sort, why would she be sent in here, and if it wasn't would she really be ready to fight an experienced sith one on one?
As Roth took the corner, he felt his throat getting more soar, and his breathing harder. He saw the girl standing in front of him, with one of her hands pointed towards him. She still hadn't mastered the Force choke, if she had, he would've been dead by now. Putting his hand around his saber, and covering up the other one, preparing in every way for the Zeltron to stop the choke, no way she had the power to keep going. In a bit of a second, Roth fell on one of his knees, as the girl spoke.
Why were you listening to me and following me hm? I know you aren't here to just hit on me clearly so I want answers.
Roth raised his head whilst kneeling on one knee, with his hood still mostly covering his red eyes. Not a glimpse of fear in him, mostly entertained by the bravery and foolishness of the young sith. There was not a chance in the galaxy she could actually fight him, and Roth knew that, he may had been weakened by the choke, but his powers were still above the Zeltron's.
"How can you be so sure?" Roth smiled, and began getting up on his legs, as he spoke again. "You know, when the Sanctum asks me why did I kill you, I'll say it was self-defense, and they'll believe me."
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Dec 20, 2015 16:48:26 GMT -5
Post by Marcie's ℳℰℳℰS on Dec 20, 2015 16:48:26 GMT -5
Murae clearly knew the man in front of her was not just an ordinary watcher. Her choke did little to nothing. Her mind racing on whether or not she even should fight or not the word that stopped her was Sanctum. Clearly the man in front of her was a Sith. A powerful one at that matter. Murae sighed and dropped her hand and showed no hostility.
"So you are not an enemy. But I ask again, why were you listening? Something had to have interest you. And if you /were/ here to hit on me you would have walked up and done so."
She'd motion him to follow her clearly she's walking back to the bar. Murae wasn't sure if she should even be talking to him. Much less trust him. But she did so anyway, just walking back down to the tavern with him next to her waiting for his response.
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Dec 26, 2015 0:37:31 GMT -5
Post by Harukei on Dec 26, 2015 0:37:31 GMT -5
Syrin would only roll her eyes at the display from the two Sith. If that was it could be called. So far her new apprentice had failed to impress. The Zeltron girl was quite the eyesight, that for her to appear as one of the millions of socialites in the galaxy would have to be something easy. However, while Murae expressed a great deal of confidence in her abilities, she had done more to demerit such belief in herself than rather prove of what she was capable of.
In fact, what she could gather, was that the girl had the subtlety of boisterous, drunk Hutt, and the quiet gait of a frenzied nerf in a ceramic shop. Hardly the stuff from which an effective assassin could emerge. For a moment she would also consider the young man that had entered and eyed them with such interest. If anything him and Murae would be on par with their abilities. In frustration she would close her eyes, pressing her thumb and index against her nose bridge while she sighed.
The Sith Knight had to suppose that if anything happened to the girl or the young man, it was very likely that the fault would be given to her. And while death was something she really didn't fear, she wasn't so keen for a punishment due not stepping in. Neither she desired that the Order and the Empire to lose valuable assets like these two, despite their level of unrefined skill. Syrin would rose from her seat, directing herself to where the two stood, exchanging words.
"Enough." Syrin would say with a serious tone. "You two squabble like small children instead of doing something productive for the Order."
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Dec 26, 2015 7:22:17 GMT -5
Post by The Gray Sith on Dec 26, 2015 7:22:17 GMT -5
Now he was confused. Looking towards the apprentice, and the master, Roth had no clue what was about to happen. What was this gal thinking, choking a person and then acting like their friend. If they weren't on Korriban, but somewhere far away from the Sith, she would've been dead before those words even came out, but Roth couldn't engage in a full-on fight just like that. And just like that, Syrin was there, so it was another reason why he shouldn't start a fight.
There was no need for words, Roth knew she wasn't happy, as she looked towards the Zeltron, and then towards him. She looked like they were some children that started acting like adults, she clearly underestimated Roth, which he didn't like. It was frustrating, looking at her like that, as he knew her powers weren't that bigger than his, but her rank was. That's what was stopping him from killing both of them, as they had their guards down for the moment. This was a difficult situation, the girl's actions enraged him quite a lot, but there was no way he could actually get to fight her, not with her master near.
Enough. You two squabble like small children instead of doing something productive for the Order.
He shivered in emotions, mostly rage, but other ones as well. He couldn't stand this, he knew that the Sith was only a few years older than him, and how he will, even before reaching her age, have the same title and even bigger powers, and yet he had to obey her or suffer the consequences from the Sith above. Though it wasn't the best of times for that, Roth noticed that besides the Zeltron, Syrin wasn't bad to look at whatsoever. But his thoughts quickly drifted away from that, as he lowered his head slowly, not really showing much fear or obedience, but only the necessary respect.
"Yes." he mumbled, as he raised his head and looked at the Zeltron and Syrin once more.
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Post by Marcie's ℳℰℳℰS on Dec 31, 2015 15:16:28 GMT -5
Murae was probably the most confused. She hadn't thought what she was doing was unproductive at all? In fact she thought she was taking certain precautions to being watched but to her master's eyes it was "squabbling". Every time Roth looked at her she looked back at him. Clearly something was on his mind and she didn't know what. Was he hostile? No he couldn't be, he was apart of the Order as well as her master was right there. That was probably the only thing keeping him from breaking into a bar fight.
Though despite her thoughts, Murae simply nodded to her master in response. She was still quite confused on how th situation just played out. Though she decided it would be best not to try and voice her opinion at the moment. Clearly by what her master thought from the situation deep down she knew she had much to learn. The little training she grew up win before the slavers did not even come close to what these people had. She could feel it since the moment she started speaking with both Syrin and Roth.
After Roth glanced at her again she raised a brow glancing back. Something was very odd about that man now. Before she just thought he was holding a grudge against her for trying to attack him but it was something more at this point. Though she returned to her seat across from Syrin silently.
Murae saw no reason to hold herself back from asking at this point. They were already in an awkward position why not try and lighten the awkward moment somewhat?
"Who are you? You failed to at least answer me that."
She said to the Zabrak male standing over her while she was sitting.
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