Death and Rebirth (open to Chiron and Jerek)

[kt]

(sorry for the pathetic post...)

" Yes master." Torran said quietly as Chiron walked and talked. "Torran Doe." He said obediantly as he tossed his lightsaber and Aiya's aside. He eagerly awaited what his master had in store for him.

[Jerek]

C7 walked along the metallic streets of the orbiting moon of Nar Shaddaa. He was on his way to yet another side job to earn some credits. He was a Protocol Droid, but had no master. His arms were raised at his sides as he continued to keep a slow pace. He walked on, remembering the way to the cantina he would be serving drinks in today. Then, apparanately not paying attention, C7 bumped into a man. "Terribly sorry... sirs." C7 said in his electronic voice, noticing two men in what appeared to be robes.

[chiron]

Chiron restrained his hand when he realized that it was no living creature that had touched him, but a thoughtless droid. It was an interesting sight so see a well maintained protocol droid wandering alone through a world as dangerous as the moon of the hutts, and this peaked his interests.

"Where are you off to, droid?"

[Jerek]

C7 looked at the man, who had given a slight twitch at his presents. Then, came the question. "Just to a side job, sir. I have not had a master in a few months, last I recall. If you do not mind my asking, but why do you seem so interested, sir?"" C7's white sensors came to rest on the man's covered face. He waited patiently for the man's reply, being a smart droid and all.

[chiron]

Chiron made a point to avoid answering the question just yet, instead leaning in close, his eyes looking over the droid more thoroughly. It seemed a fairly recent model, one of the Czerka Corporation's machines by the overall looks, though with a fair amount of later modifications.

"Do you have any knowledge of galactic topography and cartography?" he asked intently.

[Jerek]

"Yes, sir, some..." C7 looked at the man remaining silent for a moment, then back at the one who was actually talking. C7 looked down for a moment, seeing his blaster still strapped to his left leg. Then, he looekd back up at the hooded man. "Oh, dear, excuse my manners. I am C7-79-GE3, sir." C7 went to as low of a bow as possible for his body structure.

[chiron]

Chiron also saw the blaster anchored to the droid's leg, and found it an interested addition, although it did a good job of explained how the droid had remained intact and unemployed for so long.

"I am Demetrius Chiron. Why are you armed, and why unemployed?"

[Jerek]

"Not to sound rude, sir, but isn't it obvious? I am armed because of all the possible mugger on this moon. I am unemployed because my Hutt master, my most recent master, was assassinated and I was left to find job for myself." C7 nodded his head once he was finished with his story.

[chiron]

It seemed to Chiron that something as multi-purpose as a protocal droid - specifically one who could fight and had experience with masters as unruly as the Hutts - could be of considerable use. The translation capabilities alone merited it employment, and navigational data could make tracking down Chiron's prey that much easier. Besides, it would be a perfect diplomat.

"Consider yourself employed C7-79-GE3. You will accompany myself and my apprentice Torran Doe from this point forward. You will not speak to anyone else of what you see, and you will do as I command, agreed?"

[Jerek]

"Oh, yes, sir! Certaintly! When will we be departing?" C7 bowed again to his new master. C7 walked to behind Master Chiron and waited for departure.

[chiron]

Chiron nodded, "We leave within the hour."

((OOC- Feel free to talk amongst yourselves for the time being, but I'm going to wait a while before continuing because I want to get some things worked out with Talau and Meira before we depart.))

[kt]

"Master, i shall go dispose of my ship." Torran said quietly as he walked past his master and headed to the ship yard to sell his old ship. After a little walking, Torran finally made it to the yard and entered the building.

"How may i help you sir?" A small toydarian salesman asked from behind his counter. " Yes, i'd like to sell my ship, it's a small two passenger one, nothing special but it's worth quite a bit. I'd say....oh.....800000 should do." Torran responded, a casual tone in his voice.

The toydarian just looked at Torran in disbelief and started laughing. " That is rediculous! I'll give you 25000 for it, final deal." He finished, wiping a tear from his eye.

" Can i not persuade you to agree to my terms?" Torran asked, a slight hint of a growl in his voice. " You WILL give me 800000 credits for my ship, along with an extra 15000 for my trouble, or else i'll kill you." Torran said in a menacing voice as he used force choke to strangle the toydarian. The salesman started to sputter and gurgle as the air was cut off from his lungs. Torran finally let him go " Well?" He demanded

" Fine! fine i'll give you 815000!" He exclaimed as he gasped for air.

Torran was impressed, he didn't actually think he'd get that much out of a business this size, the place wasn't small by any means, but it sure wasn't Czerka. " Transfer the money to this card now." Torran demanded as he gave the toydarian a black credit. The toydarian did as he was told and he then locked eyes with Torran " get out, now."

Torran just chuckled " yes of course, but first, come with me." Torran commanded as he subtly used force grip to pull the toydarian around the corner outside so nobody could see and he imploded the salesman's body. Torran then left the keys to his ship on the counter and forged a note that said the sale was made. He soon returned to his master " The deed is done master."

[Meira]

Nar Shaddaa. She was back again. How she hated this loathsome rock. When her master assumed control of the galaxy, she might request that they destroy it. Nothing good came from the moon. It drew in the low, the dirty, the unworthy, and spit out webs to catch the rest. Yet here she was again. Drawn in by the pull of dark energy. Why oh why did they come here? Because it is easier to kill and take what you want. This moon was all about survival of the fittest.

But Renata knew that practitioners of the Dark Side would soon no longer have to hide on the outskirts of the galaxy. They would rise, bringing the Sith to life once again and take the power that was rightfully theirs. But until then, it was her charge to collect those who would rally under her master, under her and Veratos as his hands. And there seemed to be a pair of hopefuls playing around in the muck. It was time to collect.

Renata moved through the shadows like a mist, her presence and identity concealed from those around her. Slowly, she tracked and stalked those she sought. She watched from an overhanging ledge as one destroyed a weak Jedi. She smiled as the light faded from her eyes. And then another came forth to challenge the first, but he was not destroyed. Even better, he was turned. Her smile widened as she felt the darkness rise as the new one submitted to the power of the dark side.

From her perch, Renata lowered her hood. As her fire red hair fell loose in waves over her shoulders, Renata moved with feline grace until she dropped down to the ground nearby where the slain female lay, the dirt and slime of the moon already laying claim to her robes and hair. She followed along where the two had walked until they had stopped. She too stopped, though further back and in the shadows.

When it was aparent the two would soon be leaving, Renata decided it was time to let herself be known.I must say, that was entertaining. She said, slinking forward until she was visible under a street light. Did you enjoy yourselves? She asked idly, her eyes flashing with the power she was drawing in around herself.

[chiron]

Chiron slowed to a halt, turning to look back sidelong at the new arrival. She seemed so distinctly out of place in the dank sub-cities of Nar Shaddaa, but unfazed by it all the same. A frail-looking young woman, she couldn't have weighed much more than half of Chiron, but she seemed to almost radiate darkness, wearing it like a shroud.

She had something distinctly dark that captured Chiron's fascination instantly, something potent but new, something he had never seen before. He liked it. He liked it immensely.

He didn't move for some time, the whisper of his breathing the only sound he permitted, his form statuesque, before finally his lips drew back in a feral grin. "I always do. And who might you be?"

[Jerek]

C7 followed his master's gaze. A young woman stood before them now. Her hair was the color of fire.

[Iota]

{{woah woah inter planatery communication through the force from the otheside of the galaxy is not possible unless they are both hrandmasters and thats at a stretch too}}

[Meira]

Renata's smile was thin, wide, and beautiful. But there was something behind it that might set a lesser being to cower. In present company, it was unlikely, but that didn't stop her from smiling. The fire inside of her was burning bright with hunger, with determination. This was her task, to collect. This was her mission, and that fire drove her from planet to planet. And now here, it compelled her. Get them. Take them. Make them yours! Even as she served her master, the fire was greedy. Even though it was undetectable to those she faced, Renata was fighting a battle of will against the flames. She would control it, or it would control her.

And so it was with inward effort, but outward grace that Renata stepped forward, taming her wild smile into pursed lips before speaking. I am the calm before the storm. I am sure you have sensed it... a gathering of darkness in the Force. She stopped a few feet away from the man. I am the gatherer. Her eyebrow raised slightly as her smile was again unleashed.

I am Renata, Dark Lady of the Sith. Oh yes, the Sith. Renata waited a moment to let the word sink in. The Jedi have repressed our ways too long. And my master, Darth Iniquitous will unite the galaxy against them. We will crush them. And when they are all gone, we will destroy their memory. The Dark Overlord calls together those who would fight the evil Jedi. And I. She said, locking eyes with the man, hers burning with intensity. I am his hand.

[chiron]

Chiron leaned slowly forward, his eyes locked with Renata's own. She seemed ravenous, in her way, hungry and intent above all things to slake that hunger, to feed it what it craved, and Chiron had a good idea what that might be. He liked the hunger.

He reached out gently with his mind, his eyes still holding fast as his senses caressed the very air around them. Like tendrils of smoke they sought out the essence of the universe, probing the whims and designs of the Force and all it's pawns, and what Chiron felt pleased him to no end. This young woman, this Dark Lady spoke the truth. Like the eye of a hurricane closing ever faster, the darkness of the Force was coming, a storm of shadows and power.

With an angry hiss Chiron's lightsaber shot to life, it's crimson glow shading his intimidating features. For a while he simply stared at it, before he turned his gaze to the Sith before him. It was a hard thing to truly process and understand, even for him. Sith. It set his blood aflame by the simple thought.

When he spoke, he did so slowly, as if wrapped up in his own thoughts, "This blade has seen the ends of hundreds of lives too pathetic too remember. Eight Jedi have felt it burn through their bodies as their lives fled them. Even my master knew this blade as the last of his time. Yet it hungers still, craves death, the death of the unworthy. The death of the blind. The death of the Jedi."

Chiron's eyes seemed electric, burning and seething like a dark, boiling river. He twisted the blade in his hand, the hilt now facing the young woman. "I offer it to the Sith, my soul and powers to the coming darkness."

[Iota]

{{sorry to barge in, but Meira andiota have a showdown and iotawill die..so sit back and watch hehe}}

The White Raven had touched down in the lower class sector as to not gain the attention of unwanted visitors. Iota had continued his search for major aunna to this hive of scum and villainy. Iota had no choice but to go alone, not his first option but there was no alternative in the matter. Fate had brought him here, the force had brought him here.

"Nar shadaa..." He paused for a moment before slowly looking around his suroundings "I feel a.....Disturbance..." he shook his head for a moment before walking down the ramp of his ship and heading towards what would be his final showdown.

[Meira]

The response was as expected. No being, who was honest with themself, could deny their desire for the power that the Dark Side offered. And when that power was doubled with the promise of the Sith, well... it was simply irresistable. Renata acknowledged the man's gesture with her continued smile and a nod.

At that moment, Renata felt a presence nearing. This one, however, was not like those she had sought out in service to her master. This one was... weak. Or at least, weak in the sense that whoever it was, they denied their natural desire for power. Renata's face changed drastically at the feeling. Her nose and brows knitted up in an obvious sign on disgust. This stray should be dealt with.

Renata's eyes returned to connect with Chiron's. Her features soon smoothing back into their dangerous beauty. From her robe, she produced a small communicator. Take this. She said, handing it to him. When the time comes for action, I will contact you. She then turned and began to walk away. For now, we part. She paused before reaching the shadows, her head turning slightly so that her profile was visible. It seems your Jedi is not the only one who wishes to die today.

And with that, Renata was back in the shadows, vanishing like a mist in the dark. She moved quickly now, entirely focused on the signature of this Jedi in the Force. She licked her lips as she came closer and closer, savoring the kill that would soon be hers. And then suddenly, she came into the light of a street lamp again. Across the way, her target, her prey.

Where she stood, she dropped her outer robe to the ground. It pooled around her feet before she stepped forward. She moved the distance between herself and the Jedi with deadly grace before coming to a stop a couple of yards away from the Zabrak. Good Evening, Jedi. She said, her lips spitting the last word like poison.