Coruscant's Underworld

Tue Jan 17, 2012 10:10 pm by Naria

*Naria gave a nod and stood up. Reaching to grab her lightsabers she spotted a note on the table, picking it up she read it quickly. It was from Lelena simply stating that Naria should check the footlocker at the base of the bed. Raising an eyebrow in curiosity Naria opened the footlocker. Inside was a salvaged set of Mandalorian armor, it was beat up and its steel grey and orange paint was covered in slight carbon scoring, but for the most part it would make a suitable disguise. Naria let out a slight laugh as she pulled it from the footlocker and began to put it on.*

"If we are tailed we need to make at least two points to stop before coming back here just to be safe. Lets make the first one that restaurant we stopped at a few days ago, it's more or less the only place around here that I can remember getting to. Don't worry I know what I'm doing...I hope anyway."

*She attached her lightabers to her belt and dropped a blaster pistol provided by Lelena into it holster. Her gaze, hidden by the helmets matching orange visor, fell on the others and her voice sounded dusty, almost mechanical as it came out of the helmet.*

"Ready?"

Tue Jan 17, 2012 10:36 pm by Serrin Roma

=CorSec Officer Serafina Kaczmarek=

*Chuckling as Naria, kitted out as a Mando, asks if they're ready, the red haried Shownarri nods as she punches Naria lightly on the shoulder and says,* "Yep, speeder's just down the street, *and as they start walking for it, adds with a grin,* Love the outfit babe."

=CorSec Sgt. Kazimiera Halkias=

*After Naria and Sera are inside the speeder, Kazi, checking the rear-view mirror frequently for any sign that they are being followed, says,* "Once we get to the spaceport I want you to hang back close to the speeder for a few minutes while Naria and I head for Dev's ship Sera, got it? Watch and see if it looks like anyone is following us before you head in. *When Sera voices her agreement, Kazi looks over at Naria and says,* If things go south and we need to abort, we'll split up. With your disguise, any tail would probably stick with me or Sera since they know what we look like. We'll try and link up again at the restaurant if that happens, *she adds, sighing as she says,* Hopefully we've lost them for now and that's all not necessary, *and then, as they emerge from the Underworld and begin making their way to Galactic City, asks,* You remember anything else yet? Anything about Razmik or the Sith that are after the holocron? How many of them are there anyway?"

Tue Jan 17, 2012 10:47 pm by Naria

*Naria grinned underneath her helmet at Sera's comment.*

"Thanks."

*Climbing into the front seat of the speeder she checked their surroundings and listened to the plan as the traveled to the destination.*

"Sounds like a plan. I doubt Razmik will send his goons at us in the open though."

*She paused for a moment trying to think. In all that had happened in the past day she had remembered a few things, most of which she would rather not remember. Naria hesitated for a brief moment before responding.*

"I remembered...some, not to much worth noting though."

Thu Jan 19, 2012 9:01 am by Kylarn Vhett

*The YT-1900 moved from the atmosphere with precision and speed, lowering itself into the travel lanes of the busy underworld traffic, Ky moved from his chambers and placed the bag with his personal affects into a hidden cargo hold, old memories, some things he did not wish for people to be snooping around in.

Once he felt the ship land he placed his hand on Trink's head, he spoke with conviction to the Strill and patted gently.*

"Keep an eye on her, I won't be long. But make sure no one comes into the ship, if they do...." *Ky smirked.* "You know what to do."

*The Strill jumped from the floor of the cargo hold and slumped on one of the support rails, perfectly positioned to strike at any intruders, Kylarn nodded to his pet and placed a hand on the security console, the ship was old, but she did the job, but soon he would be rid of her and all the memories from the unknown territories. Being back on Coruscant for the first time in what seemed a lifetime was strange, but this was not something he wanted now, not in this fashion. Opening the air lock and lowering the ramp he walked down, placing his hand secretly on the panel of the outer hull, unseen to the passerby he closed the ship once more and made a brisk pace toward the rendevous point designated by the Hutts.*

Thu Jan 19, 2012 10:42 am by Kylarn Vhett

*Kylarn walked slowly toward one of the lower end cantinas that was sanctioned by the Hutts as "their club" for business purposes but everyone in the business knew that they weren't just selling beverages from that location. Continuing his pace, opening the comm channel to the informant his voice and facial expression were hidden behind the buy'ce he spoke sternly and quickly over the channel, all the while subtly flicking the encryption key on his armgaurd as he walked past a grouping of troopers that were stationed for security. Eyes set forward, or as anyone watching would assume anyways he kept in the direction of the cantina.*

:: Arrival in moments. Heavy security outside, hope you don't have the package close by. ::

*Kylarn smirked as the response came from a Rodian who said that they package was already on board his ship, he wondered if Trink had bitten through any limbs when the Rodian had told him his pay would be in the non-tracable account once the shipment was made, but they would meet in person for the coordinates for the drop. Kylarn felt uneasy about how this transaction was going, taking mental note of the tone and breathing of the Rodian he was certain this was becoming a setup job, whether it be here or at the delivery point he was still uncertain, more than likely the latter but he still kept his senses in check so that he was aware of every possible outcome.*

*Kylarn entered the security corridor of the cantina with ease, the guard nodded to him and let him pass by, he nodded back and entered his security code into the panel just behind the man.*

*Ky had known many of the recent security features were implemented to protect the Hutts from their rivals, but this one had been interesting, in the unkown territories they had instructed him to implement a sequence for their security to know when he entered and left the cantinas and fortresses, they were expecting someone to cause them trouble, but whom that was Kylarn was uncertain yet again, and he hated not having the answers. Entering the cantina through the durasteel doors he looked toward the corner of the cantina, darker than the rest of the establishment, and a single Rodian was sitting at the booth waving a hand towards him as he spoke to him through the commlink. Taking mental note of the four surrounding security detail Ky smirked beneath the buy'ce and walked over to the booth and sat down, unsnapping the inside blaster and placing it on the booth out of sight from the Rodian. He simply spoke without voice tampering, he wanted the Rodian to know he was safe.*

"Coordinates, and I leave here without a problem, anything else and you go down before your man in the farthest corner can even alert the other three that can't see us. Breathe normally and keep calm, they move, you die. Just hand them over and your boss won't have a problem." *Placing his hand on the Heavy Blaster he placed the blunt end of the barrel against the Rodian's knee and nodded.* "We good?" *Giving a slight nudge at the Rodian's knee.**The Rodian nodded and placed a small navcomp on the booths table, not saying another syllable he stood up and motioned for his security officers to leave the cantina. He turned back around and stared at Ky for a moment, Ky returned the gaze, smirking beneath his T-shaped visor as he knew what had just occurred. Standing up he walked out the back of the cantina, placing the navcomputer inside a pouch of his belt he hit a button on his armgaurd and flew into the air with a sudden burst of flames and speed.*

Thu Jan 19, 2012 11:31 am by Kylarn Vhett

*As Kylarn drifted down in the spaceport he noticed that his YT-1900 had not been harmed, the detail droids that were assigned to refuel and remove the fake cargo had obviously placed the package within his ship, looking around, being a safe distance from the ship he opened the scanner within his HUD by tapping a short sequence of numerics into his armgaurd comm screen, he noticed no one that would cause a problem for his departure, and noticed that the ship was registering the new cargo had been unloaded by one of the droids, he smirked and walked toward the ship, not looking around suspiciously, simply walked the exterior of the ship as if checking the hull's integrity and placed his hand on the security panel and opened the ramp, it lowered and he entered, Trink was perched on the support beam, he jumped down to Ky's shoulder and nudged the buy'ce Ky patted the Strill's head and placed his other hand on the security panel, closing the ship off, he walked quickly to the cockpit and began preparing the ship for the departure, removing the navcomp from the pouch at his waist and placing the coordinates into the ship he noticed the destination, raising an eyebrow he sat down for a moment and took stock of the situation, the ship lifted from the ground and rose from the spaceport.

All the while Kylarn planned the next move, the drop location was not something to take lightly, he would need to ensure he had all of the right equipment for this last job, and wanted to be sure that he had all his bases covered. The ship rose from the spaceport and above the traffic lanes, making it's way toward atmosphere, within moments the ship broke atmosphere heading for orbit, all the while Kylarn sat in the pilot's seat, scanning over his inventory of weapons and supplies.*

Wed Feb 01, 2012 3:49 pm by Galdaart Fel

Liya Tawaza wrote:*Ten minutes later, I stepped down from the Eagle's boarding rank, dressed once more in my freshly cleaned armor and helmet, with my gun belt snugly around my waist, and other surprises buried in every sleeve, pocket, seam, and cuff. The environment outside was dark, dirty, seedy, and unpleasant, but that was how us spacers liked it. I looked around cautiously, committing every detail of the ship's location and surroundings to memory, then moved off toward the Unfair Advantage. I didn't really expect Fel to still be on his ship, and it was clear from the sealed hatchway and lack of lights on board that he wasn't. But how to find him? I pulled out my comlink, made sure it was set to our crew channel, and clicked it a few times. It was better not to actually say anything, one couldn't assume that the Captain was in friendly surroundings.*

::: (click) (click) (click) :::

*Fel was three rounds into his 'distraction,' the empty vessels lined up on the bar in front of him. He was trying to convince himself that the mixture would taste less like a noxious chem the more he drank, but it was flawed logic. In fact, the taste remained and only grew less palatable. But the liquid was doing its intended work, dulling his emotions and their hold over him. He had just received the fourth installment when his comm unit went off. Checking the small readout, he placed the earpiece in his left ear, and opened the channel, talking conversationally.*

:: Tawaza... where are you? There's an empty stool beside me, and some truly awful alcohol that I need help with. ::

*He really had nothing else to say via comlink. Some folks spent hours talking over the airwaves. For the pilot, it had always been a means to an end, the bare minimum of details for a more productive face-to-face meeting. He sincerely hoped Liya would take his offer. They hadn't talked enough since her arrival aboard the UA. Always somewhere to go, something else that took their precious time. He was looking forward to a conversation with Liya.

He left the comlink open, but removed the earpiece from his ear, and let it lie on the bar. She could home in on his location, and could in fact hear the sounds of the cantina in the background, but he wouldn't hear anything else she said until she was beside him.

He turned his attention back to the glass of liquid in front of him, and the Twi'lek dancing a dozen paces off to his left.*

Wed Feb 01, 2012 9:52 pm by Liya Tawaza

*The response was almost immediate, and rather casual. Good old Fel. He wasn't in any trouble, then, or at least not yet. Taking a few steps back toward the Millennium Eagle, picking my way around some indescribable, stinking refuse as I did so, I listened carefully before responding.* ::: I'm at the UA. And you're not. ::: *I paused, listening to the background humdrum, listening carefully as my narrowed brown eyes flitted from side to side, scanning my surroundings for the squares of light oozing through cracked windows and glowing neon signboards that signified a location's favored spacer hangouts.* ::: Awful? I'll have to come see about that. ::: *He was in a cantina, but I could have guessed that already. But which one? My attention turned to my wrist comlink, and its associated metrics. Could I get a direction estimate? Yes, I could.*

*Picking the most likely direction, I cut the line, and quickly zeroed in on a seedy but welcoming establishment, announced by a slightly crooked sign christening the establishment the 'Dodger.' Almost immediately, I picked Fel out of the all-galaxy police lineup around the bar, staring into a half-empty mug of some putrid liquid. In front of him on the bar, in a near row, were three more mugs, all empty, and his comlink.*

*Crossing the cantina as casually as I could, I spotted the empty stool, looking very worn and frail, and sat down gingerly. The wooden seat creaked ominously, but thankfully it held my weight. I made a gesture to the Iridonian, indicating 'I'll have what he's having,' and a quick thumb jaab toward Fel, then turned to the smuggler captain, and, unsure what to say in greeting, blurted out the first thing that came into my head.*

"This city is huge."

Fri Feb 03, 2012 6:10 am by Galdaart Fel

*The pilot nodded conversationally, casting a short side-long glance at Liya as she eases into the barstool. Taking another slug of the steel-blue concoction, which caused a little involuntary wince to cross his features, Fel allowed the burning sensation to exit his throat before replying.*

*nodding once* 'spent a bunch of time here in the business seat of a snubbie some years back, and I don't think I've even seen a tenth of it. *resting his elbows on the bar-top, he takes in Tawaza sitting beside him, still looking for all intents and purposes like she's on the job* You don't relax too well, eh Liya? Me neither. It's a trick I never seemed to learn.

*The cantina had taken on a life of its own behind them. Two sabacc games had started at nearby tables, two dancers had drawn a fairly rowdy crowd, a cluster of holotables projected games and entertainment, and there was biz being conducted at any number of small booths and tables. The place may have been small, but it hummed with an intensity and electricity of its own. Fel knew all of this as he spoke, keeping his voice conversational, but low enough not to attract undue attention.*

How are you, Liya? How is all of this treating you? Truth be told, I've got my concerns about a couple members of the crew, but you're not amongst them. You're solid as a rock. I never have to worry myself whether you'll back the plays we make. But that doesn't mean that when you've got time to digest it all, that it's panning out the way you thought it would. Wish I could tell you I've got some kind of overarching plan, but aside from keeping us fed -- and alive -- it's all just a whole lot of tricks and nonsense.

*Fel took another gulp of the poison in his glass, as the barkeep arrived with Liya's mug, slopping it down on the bar-top.*

Aaahhh. Now that's what I'm talking about. It isn't exactly battery acid, but I'm almost certain we could put it in the tanks and run the ship on it. *regarding the liquid in his own mug* So, talk to me. Nobody here but card-players and fans of modern dance. Now's the time.

Sat Feb 04, 2012 12:53 am by Liya Tawaza

*I blinked twice, trying not to let my eyes show the disquieting sense of shock and personal insignificance that the city-planet had aroused. It was one thing to read about Galactic Center in tour guides, or to see it in holodramas. It was quite another to be placed, to scale, in the middle of it, or, more correctly, given our current location, under it. And how much did all those miles of ancient mololiths above us weigh, anyway? Better not to think about it in those terms. It was suffocatingly claustrophobic.*

*Letting Fel talk, I idly glanced around the bar, not really focusing on anything in particular. Card-playing and dancer-charming seemed to be the main local sports. Some things never changed. New planet, same base sentient habits.*

"I haven't relaxed in two, three years, Fel. You relax, you die. At least that's what happened to my father. It's hard to trust anyone when you see how badly he got double-crossed." *I sighed, and shot the Iridonia's turned back an impatient glance.* "A wise old soldier back home once told me that after you've killed a man, you never really relax again, as long as you live, and I'm beginning to fear he was right."

*I was leaving a lot unsaid, but now wasn't a time for long remenisciences about my personal past. If he asked, I would tell him, but otherwise, the focus seemed to be on the present and our crew's future. I was glad he'd asked, because it was on my mind as well. There hadn't been much time for making plans while we blasted out of Ryloth. I'd followed his orders without question, but that didn't mean I wasn't curious.*

"I'm worried too. Dazac's death was a blow. I hardly knew him, so it was easy to hold it at arm's length, but Malora took it badly. She hardly left her cabin the entire flight here." *But Fel had asked about me. I'm sure he knew his own crew well enough without my idle gossip.* "As for myself, I'm happy enough. I like a good challenge that is both mental and physical, and you've given me that so far. But if it's all the same, next time let's do something less mortally dangerous than playing with a black devil." *My somber, contemplative face twisted into a slight smile as I watched the spacer take another sip of the blue death in his mug.*

*The silent Iridonian pivoted, and sloshed something onto the counter in front of me. I picked up the mug carefully, and wafted its vapors toward my nose. And almost choked. Goodness! It looked like my Epicant military training was going to come in useful tonight after all --- I could never have drunk the stuff if it wasn't for some of the horrible fare I'd experienced on certain so-called training missions. I look a wary sip, feeling the liquid burn its way through my insides, then coughed, and tried to regain my voice.*

"T-tastes like one of Scrapheap's cleaning solutions. The concentrated stuff, mind you, before he mixes it."

Sun Feb 05, 2012 10:58 am by Vhra D'roz

*The underworld was far from a safe place to be. The emotions in the air however, were intoxicating. Everywhere one went in this shadowy niche, one could feel the anger. One could feel the hatred and the depravity. How long would it take to incite a riot here? How many would die for a simple lie? Every corner, every dark alley way and sewer teemed with mindless, weak and willing pawns.*

*Vhra stood out down here on looks alone. He was handsome and well defined, his clothing was rich and his mannerisms were refined, cultivated over years of practice. Even in the filth of the city, Vhra appeared the noble, the last of his house, the willing supporter of warlike senators and dictators around the universe. Down here he traveled unattended, knowing no fear.*

*Taking off down a dark passage, his black cloak billowing from behind him, his sword rattling in it's sheathe, he moved. His beskar capped boots left an audible sound with every step. He slowed his pace, taking time to look around him and sense with the force. He was close and that brought a smile to Lord D'roz's face.*

Sun Feb 05, 2012 11:22 am by Obscurus

Obscurus paced around the small room that he called his own in the abandoned building he resided in amongst the criminals and marginalized on Coruscant. With every step, the floor creaked below his boots, the foul mask concealed a face that was rived by thought. He was unsure, for a brief moment, if his methods to extract the truth from a forsaken world, were working for him. The ritualized slaughter of thousands over the years to try to find the answers to his past, eluded him still.

It was this very thought that crossed his mind as suddenly the rattling of metal chains disturbed his thoughts. His prisoner, a young woman no more than thirty standard years, tried to free herself from the shackles that bound her.

=Prisoner=

"HELP ME!!!!!!! SOMEONE!!!!!"

Obscurus smirked under his mask after his head snapped toward her direction. The corners of her mouth had dried blood, her sleeves were in tatters and from the looks of the puddle below her, she had relieved herself on the cold and dirtied floors of his room.

The Dark Lord of the Sith walked towards her slowly and stopped a mere foot away from her. Obscurus' head was cocked to the right side of his body as his thin form moved in rhythm to his slow and labored breathing. The twisted Sith Lord took out his blade and examined it as he held it out in front of his face, close to his eyes, still with his neck bent to the right side. From behind his mask he spoke to her with his own voice unassisted through the Force. Even though the mask muffled it some, it would be clear to his prisoner that with labored breath, came labored words behind them.

"Your screams are not heard amongst...the chaos of this place. There is no one to save you. There is...nothing left for you..."

And with that, Obscurus drove his knife into the neck of the woman. Her last scream abruptly ceased by the fearsome blow. She bled profusely. The Darksider removed the knife from the side of her throat and drove it once more through her chest before he retired the weapon on the floor behind him.

Her lifeless body dangled from the shackles as it tried to fall forward and onto the ground, denied by the confines of her imprisonment. Obscurus got a much longer blade, with a much sharper edge and wasted no time cutting her navel to neck and extracting organ after organ with his gloved hands. He stopped and examined each for any clues as to hsi own past. He was convinced the answers were inside of anyone and everyone. Obscurus was determined to find them.

After the organs were removed from the body, Obscurus placed them into a bag and hung them over a fire to burn them down into nothingness. Once they were ash inside the bag, Obscurus would then remove half of his mask, which revealed his mutilated mouth and severely damaged nose. He would then snort the ashes and lay back and cock his head up towards the ceiling. After a few moments, Obscurus leaned his head back forward and admired his masterpiece. The hallowed out body of his prisoner as he questioned the Dark Side of the Force for his answers. He needed a sign that he was on the right path...

Sun Feb 05, 2012 11:35 am by Vhra D'roz

**Vhra found the door and paused with his hand on the handle. From within he could hear but a murmur but felt the loss of life like a tidal wave. Obscurus was at his work once again. Vhra did not mind, as long as all men still served. He turned the door handle and slipped inside with out so much as a sound.*

*Once inside, he let go of his ruse, allowing his dark energy to flow freely from his person. this house was safe from the prying eyes of those that would do them harm. Wandering towards the sounds and scents of death, vhra kept his hand on the hilt of his ancestral Sith sword, just in case Obscurus was in a fervor.*

*Turning a corner, he spied the blood, the fire and the cadaver. Raising his eyes to the faceless features of the white mask, Vhra smiled.*

"Did she have your answers?...."

*His hand slid the handle of his sword an inch or so out of it's scabbard. Vhra's eyes danced with a malevolent light.*

Mon Feb 06, 2012 3:13 pm by Wade Connors

Seros Darklighter wrote:The smell wasn't easily forgettable. Seros was already in need of a desperate shower, however. As he sat down, he chided. "Any chance I can get cleaned up at this 'haven' of yours? While being dressed in Jedi attire is attention enough, these bloodstains don't prove helpful, either."

"If the showers are still broken, there's always the spring; but you're likely to get just as dirty coming back up as you were going down." Normally, Faith would never even have invited the man to stay in Haven, and now she was offering to show him the spring? She hadn't even been to the spring herself since before he left. It had been their spot. It was where they went to stay safe when the rest of the world was falling apart, back when it was just them against a planet. Two street urchins doing everything they could to survive, and barely pulling it off. With her parents dead at the hands of the thugs she now destroyed every chance she got, the same as his father, and his mother a shut-in alone with her grief, they had no one to rely on but themselves. And hard as those years had been, she often found herself longing to go back and live them again. Wishing for all the world that he would drop onto the barge and flash his crooked smile at her, like he'd just pulled the world's best prank on the chancellor himself and no one was the wiser. But she knew that was not to be. Hope had been lost long ago, yet wishing brought it's own kind of comfort. It let her pretend that there was a chance, even though she knew in her heart of hearts there was none. He was gone.

"So what brings you to coruscant?" She said into the long silence. She half wanted to take back what she'd said about the spring, but that could lead to questions that she had no desire to answer.

Thu Feb 09, 2012 9:45 am by Seros Darklighter

Seros cocked a slight wary eyebrow at the mention of the springs, but he figured he'd take what he could get.

In concerns to her question, a long pause was all but inevitable. The reason lay inside the little black box clipped onto his waist. Although, given her such high sense of independence back over the Mandalorian's outpost, he figured he'd only pay it fair, and gave her the most vague answer he could.

"..Business." the word came out the side of his mouth, holding the rest of the truth for her never to know.

And before she could ask what kind of business he was into - if she would have, rather - he asked a rather obvious question laced with a sarcastic flair. "So...did the Enclaves kick you out, too? Or did you figure you simply didn't need them?"

Thu Feb 09, 2012 11:31 am by Wade Connors

She very nearly snorted at the mention of "the enclaves". Any love or awe she might once have had for the jedi had been swiftly beaten out of her by life on the streets, due in no small part to the fact that they didn't seem to give a crap about the poverty and corruption of their own planet. "If you mean the jedi, they never got the chance. I get by well enough with what Father taught me, not my father, Father is what we call him, he is some kind of priest or something; but he knows how to survive and he is willing to teach, so his help is welcomed. Anyway, I was never in an enclave. What about you?

Thu Feb 09, 2012 6:08 pm by Galdaart Fel

*Fel and Liya sat, and talked. And sat, and talked. In many ways, it was the connection he had been waiting to have with Epi warrior for weeks, but hadn't made time for.

They were very professional with each-other... that wall hadn't come down yet. Each waited for the other to finish talking, and kept their answers above-the-belt, both literally and figuratively. They were friendly, but Fel was worldly enough to know that Liya meant it when she said she hadn't relaxed in a couple of years. The fire-water was helping, but only just.

A new group of dancers emerged onto the stage, welcomed by a whoop of applause from the mixed throng of military types, thugs, slicers, low-lifes and merchant naval traffic that frequented the cantina. The new group of dancers prompted a change in the stage lighting, and Fel's cybernetic eye whirred faintly as the pupil dilated to accommodate the different light level.

A sour look crossed his features when the Epi mentioned Malora -- though it could have been the toxin they were ingesting. It was true. Fel had been witnessing Karana come apart at the seams for the past long while. It hadn't been just one thing. Kaarn. Zadicus. Ord Mantell. Crux. Dazac. She had lost little bits of herself over and over and over again, and actually, it was testament to her character that she felt the wounds that deeply.

Fel had stopped feeling most things that deeply a long time ago.*

You know, I don't blame her for losing it a little over Dazac. They share a history even I don't know about. I just know it goes back a long way. There's something missing for Malora. I don't know what it is... all I can do is go day by day, and try to just keep us alive and moving forward.

*He thought about the others he had misgivings about. Wade... he was a loose cannon. He'd proved it time and time again, and said so in no uncertain terms. Operating with one foot out the door was no way to foster trust. He'd have to have a hard talk with him about it. And then there was the ageless duo, Sam & Myranda. Fel still didn't know how he felt about them, though it wasn't his trust in them he doubted. It was his trust in his own reactions and responses to them. They had been awfully quiet since Myranda's brush with death at the hands of the Vulture droids... he'd have to talk with them, too.

He snapped out of his trance, realizing he was miles away. Shot an apologetic grin at Liya which tugged the scar on his face into a taut line.*

Sorry. 'Captain' thoughts. Where were we?

Thu Feb 09, 2012 11:25 pm by Seros Darklighter

Wade Connors wrote:She very nearly snorted at the mention of "the enclaves". Any love or awe she might once have had for the jedi had been swiftly beaten out of her by life on the streets, due in no small part to the fact that they didn't seem to give a crap about the poverty and corruption of their own planet. "If you mean the jedi, they never got the chance. I get by well enough with what Father taught me, not my father, Father is what we call him, he is some kind of priest or something; but he knows how to survive and he is willing to teach, so his help is welcomed. Anyway, I was never in an enclave. What about you?

Seros chocked a short brief smile as he rolled a piece of black rubbled duracrete between his fingers. "Too many to count." It was an exaggeration of course. The true answer was about five. Although the first one was an honest transfer due to lack of proper curriculum for his preferred fields of study. The second..he now figured..was an attempt by the Council to keep him as far away from his brother as possible. Then once he found out the truth, the other 'transfers' were just him trying to find his place.

He had all but given up by then.
He looked up, and witnessed they were exiting the Undercity's vast main concourses and routes, and the styles of the buildings became much more stoic and symmetrical, and not nearly as tall and lofty as the structures now behind them. Not to mention, the air itself seemed to thicken, picking up a faint yellowish hue, leaving the endless city floor lost in a dark golden haze below.

The Works.
Seros' mind was still on her question, however. No doubt his answer would have sparked further curiosity. He simply glanced over to Faith again, over his shoulder, with a smirk. "Can't sit still for too long." He figured she'd at least understand that. Then recollections of his rather controversial exercises in telekinesis flashed through his mind. Then he finally added. "Didn't necessarily see eye-to-eye on certain things, either."

Sun Feb 12, 2012 8:21 pm by Obscurus

Vhra D'roz wrote:**Vhra found the door and paused with his hand on the handle. From within he could hear but a murmur but felt the loss of life like a tidal wave. Obscurus was at his work once again. Vhra did not mind, as long as all men still served. He turned the door handle and slipped inside with out so much as a sound.*

*Once inside, he let go of his ruse, allowing his dark energy to flow freely from his person. this house was safe from the prying eyes of those that would do them harm. Wandering towards the sounds and scents of death, vhra kept his hand on the hilt of his ancestral Sith sword, just in case Obscurus was in a fervor.*

*Turning a corner, he spied the blood, the fire and the cadaver. Raising his eyes to the faceless features of the white mask, Vhra smiled.*

"Did she have your answers?...."

*His hand slid the handle of his sword an inch or so out of it's scabbard. Vhra's eyes danced with a malevolent light.*

Obscurus was quick to do two things simultaneously as Vhra entered the room, he pulled his mask down over his face completely and turned his head quickly to the door to see who it was who entered. The man before him was Vhra. He knew him fairly well, about as well as any man serving the Darkness could ever truly know another. Obscurus loathed Vhra but only because the scarred and twisted man that lay behind the mask was deeply engrossed in finding the answers to his past and all that Vhra did was offer false hope and a not so subtle indication that he was judging the one known as Obscurus.

Why then did Obscurus not try to kill Vhra or Vhra not kill Obscurus? The answer was quite complicated and truthfully, they had both tried countless times to kill the other, each attempt with varying success but clearly without total completion as the other still lived. Vhra would suggest, from time to time albeit mockingly, that the two were bound together by the Darkside though Obscurus rejected it. He viewed it more as an antithesis, that their respective paths crossed consistently and often would curse The Black every time he was interrupted by Vhra on his quest to seek out the answers to his past.

Without any hesitation after he turned to the door, Obscurus openly scoffed under his mask.

"More than...you...have...for me."

He quipped in an overtly contemptuous manner towards Vhra. The words of the Sith Lord were spoken with the most labored breath, his lungs were weak in their natural state, in fact, his entire body was but only his anger and hatred coupled with his incredible connection to the darkside of the Force kept him alive and as capable as he was.

Obscurus got up and walked over to Vhra. He stopped a few steps from the noble as underneath the mask his mutilated nose twitched from the lingering effects of snorting the ashes of a human body.

"What...do you...want, Vhra?"

Mon Feb 13, 2012 12:55 pm by Vhra D'roz

*Obscurus stood before him, cowering quickly to cover his mutilated face. If he were a dog, he would be a starving wretched and angry thing. A creature so vile that Vhra would have no other choice but to kill it. Luckily for Obscurus, Vhra would tolerate his weakness, for yes, as imposing as the Sith Lord was to behold, he had a hole within his armor. This hole was his lack of knowledge. Obscurus didn't know his past, couldn't remember the terrible roots that had spurned him forth into the universe. For this, Vhra would always have the edge or so he believed. The weak serve the strong or are crushed beneath them.*

"I could tell you many things, Obscurus, if you were but worthy of hearing them...."

*Vhra, Lord D'roz, spun on his boot heels and strode closer to the towering Obscurus. His hand remained on the hilt of his blade. It was true, both men had tried to kill each other over the years, hammering their existence into a tentative alliance rattled with lies, treachery and violence. Vhra knew within him that they were meant for terrible dark deeds at each others side. The Force wouldn't allow them to rid the universe of the other, yet. When the time came, Vhra would kick the dog to death.*

"I dragged myself down into this filth to wake you from this delusional dream. You have work to do, Obscurus."

*Knowing how the Sith would react, Vhra reached into his pocket and using the force, levitated a small data chip to Obscurus.*

"Money...and police records. Sounds like your work. There is more as well."

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