Crait's adventures

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus had landed as instructed, and disembarked, clipped his lightsaber to his belt, he was not clad in his armor but he had a cloak about him concealing his face and his weapon. He had spotted Lord Blood dis-embarking as well. He fell into step with him. He did feel a disturbance in the Force, a rukus of some sort, a wild Force sensitive who he could feel great potential within. Someone who with training could be fashioned into a glorious weapon.

He said nothing as he had seen from a distance of a ruckus. He heard Blood’s words it was something he could not have said better himself. But who was the armored figure in front of her, confronting her? This Force sensitive woman had indeed a presence. It was clear on what they were here to do. He still did not know his own part outside of being backup for Lord Blood.

[Noffiti Hideme]

OOC: Just to let you guys know, after 12:35 here (so in like 30 minutes) it might be up to four hours before I’m back online. Might be longer as well.

[Colton Hunter]

The blaster sounded off, and the man was dead... had Death been here, she could have saved him. But he'd chalk that up to another failure on his part. With a sigh, he shook his head.

"You claim to only work alone, but if you follow your path now, you'll be just another pawn to the Sith. They are right, there is power travelling down their road, but it comes at the cost of knowledge and wisdom, blinded into a singular cycle of foolish violence... violence has it's place, but that man was not worthy of it," he commented, "His death has little meaning, aside from showing you the joy you take in it... if you focus that energy, you could accomplish great things... perhaps an introduction is in order... I am the Jensaari, Colton Hunter, Chieftain of the Mandalorian Clan Sorell, Commander of Mando Cabure, I am the light-" he flared brighter in the Force, letting a torrent of cool, healing energy surround them all, "-and the dark," he added, and shadows crept over his armor, lightning crackling and sizzling in the process... "I am the Force, the way it was meant to be... accepting of the Dark without being consumed by it, working in unity with both, and becoming stronger as the whole Force flows through me, not confined and weakened to one side or the other," he added, his head tilting up to the two Sith, and the twin T-shaped handles snapped up to his hands.

"If you want true power and strength but savor knowledge and understanding of what you can do, come with me, if you want to be shaped into a weapon, a mere tool, and a pawn to the ever growing games the Sith of little stake, go with them, I won't stop you..." he promised, "With me, your path is your own, with them, your path is their's alone... light, dark, grey... I care not, I walk a razor's edge and am stronger for it, but the light and the dark also holds students of mine, I hold no discrimination on where your soul lie, even the Sith can be saved from their foolishness if they seek to cast off the weakness that is their order," he offered, that was directed more to the Sith.

"Lord Blood, Slade... you still have much to learn in the Force and the universe, didn't think you'd goad this girl to shoot someone in the head like what happened with Siya, is Blood making you become that which you hate, Slade?" he asked, his eyes burning beneath his visor.

[Slade Xandir]

Blood watched, listened, and scowled underneath that helm of his. It showed nothing of his eyes, nothing of his face, nothing but the predator he was meant to be. It was shaped specifically like that of near demonous origins, the metal and bone cast on an ebony encrusting of orbalisk shell. Within the crevices of each overfolded plate of bone, hungry crimson glowed unnaturally, resonationg with a pulse of it's own. Slow and methodical the glow grew in his armor, and only for it dim again, just as it repeated. He was adorned with a cape, ebony in shade, and thick, hanging from his shoulders, but on the undersides of his gauntlets attached just underneath the flats of his forearms, his sabers lay waiting. Their activation buttons peered a accusing and devilish pair of burgundy crescents under the shadows of the cape, almost making it seem as though some hellish creature lay waiting behind him in shadows he had behind him, simply waiting to be summoned.

"When will you dreams come to rest, Mandolorian Chieftain? It only shows your instability. There is no balance for the strong. The Dark Side is the power triumphs all."

Blood listened to the same words that attempted to pull out that fracturing sect of a man who deserved nothing of the glory he had earned thus far. That same calling, those words that insisted he stop this harbor of vile intent and debauchery, of wicked happenings, and live a simple and peaceful life.

"You know nothing of the plight I endured to reach the majesty I've accumulated, Colton. This soliloquy of yours is a folly on your own behalf. It is clear who's side the girl is destined to be. If we had more comfortable terms between each other, I could have passed her to you," he began finishing up.

"Just as Slade had a little girl who is still in possession to the Jedi. Yet I trust nothing of you, and if left between us, you strike in intent to kill. Your darkness is not as ours is, Colton, as a new age of Sith will come, and soon, there will be nothing neither you, nor that traitorous uzsien moteris will be able to do of it."

His spite against Colton was dangerous, as Blood had been near stlain in order to lose his hold he had on this body. Time had come and gone for Slade to have ownership of it, and with Blood making moves that Slade had been too afraid to make, nothing was going to make him lose his progress.

"Slade will not return to you, Colton. Not until my time of reign is complete. Join the rest of the worlds, and wait until that is over."

Turning to the youth, Blood implanted a vision in her head, an illusion of his own, of where his ship lay waiting for her. Delicate fruits and delicious treats for her job well done would be awaiting her, and with such an image within her head, she would know where his ship lay.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus watched as the body of the man slumped dead. His lips curled into a smile. This Force sensitive woman was strong, he had no remorse or hesitation once the decision had been made, That was something Warvanus could respect and even admired. Speaking to the young woman he told her.

“You did well” it was all he said

He listened on as the exchange between the Mando and Lord Blood. He would say nothing, but he raised his mental shielding *Force shield* and his senses were ready, in short, He would remain silent but he was ready to act but he would not make the first move. No this was Lord Blood’s show, and despite all that went on between them here and now he was his backup good or bad.

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti smiled at the vision in her head. That would come true. She knew it. The darkness told her what to do. She stepped forward towards the man in her vision, Lord Blood. He would care for her. The darkness edged forward, towards this man.

She stood before the dark figure of Lord Blood. He was a good bit taller than her so she looked up at him with hazy eyes. They were distant and numb, but she loved it. The darkness was her addiction. A grin split her face and she laughed again. "Take me home." She didn't know what she was saying really, but she knew the words were right. That was what she was supposed to tell him.

[Colton Hunter]

Colt felt the taint of illusory power, focusing on the girl, he pushed against it... there was no deflecting the illusion, but by altering the flow of the Force, the direction it took... she'd see it the same way Blood did. He chuckled softly finally, a laugh that sounded more amused than anything else.

"If you think you have more power, Blood, perhaps next time I issue a challenge, you won't be quick to run away," he stated, "Though your internal conflict seems to draw you deeper... can you feel her essence still? It clings to you like a shroud," he asked him. Then he activated both of his tonfas. Four blades of pure light, one long and one short on each tonfa, the blades of one, purple, the other silver... It was a flare of light to help pull the girl from her trance... he was okay with her falling to the Dark Side, he could teach her control on a much more personal level, but the Sith would let her go unchecked, and point her at targets... use her. He'd set her free.

"The challenge is still here if you ever want to rise from the classic Sith cowardice and face me, Blood... and on that day, when I win, you release Slade, he may be no better than you, but at least he'll be allowed to make better life choices," he added. He wouldn't pursue, but neither would he walk away. He'd let them go, this time, if only to prove a point. For all that talk of power and strength, when challenged, he ran... Colt would be there, waiting.

[Slade Xandir]

"If you think you have more power, Blood, perhaps next time I issue a challenge, you won't be quick to run away," the words no sooner left the man's lips before his own sabers threatened to slip from their holsters and ignite from his own brewing wrath. This ignorant insect dared to call out his retreat. Venom bled into his words, his own aura sweeping around him as a helix of doom. The shadows around them seemed to elongate, to twist into more unnatural shapes, while others sprung and sprouted from places they did not belong on the sandy foundation.

"I came to give you gift, to offer you respect in the face both of and for that milk-drinker you so crave to restore, you spinless muck. And for your challenge to come upon your turf for reasons we had not mutually locked agreement for, you barbarianistic pest, was an insult to my generosity. And that speaks volumes for a Sith who hands damned children over to frakking Jedi."

His fingers twitched, smoke curling around his clawed digits. He so desperately wanted to shut this man into a meat grinder and burn the remains to ash, not even bothering to feed it to the slaves who toiled upon Ziost. He wasn't even worthy of being fed to them.

"And for you to call yourself bringing balance to galaxy destined for chaos, you are the delusional one here. I advise you find better studies in which to teach both your pupils, and your self, Chieftain, or else you and your traitorous little minx will court the Void.."

With that, Blood turned on a smoking scaled heel, his attention swapping from livid to composed sickeningly swift. Tilting his head to the youth, he murmured, "With pleasure," as he began to lead her away, Warvanus no doubt keeping his guard up and eyes watchful for any sudden outbreak of idiocy.

[Kell Sangros]

Warvanus watched as Lord Blood turned on his heel and began to escort the young woman to his ship, Warvanus lingered a bit, he had yet to draw his lightsaber but he brought the hood of his cloak down and his dark sulfuric golden eyes stared daggers at the mandalorian. He lingered for a couple of moments before he took his leave keeping himself a couple steps behind Lord Blood. With his senses alert he would sense any attack as his danger sense would warn him.

He could feel the anger rolling off of Lord Blood as he guarded their departure. The sooner they were off this sandbox the happier the Sith would be

[Noffiti Hideme]

Noffiti followed Blood. He knew exactly where they were going and she trusted him. The darkness reached for him and she let it. It was like it was the same, but they were clearly different. He had so much darkness surrounding him. It was calming, in a way, to watch the shadowy darkness around him move so gracefully.

Her mind was empty and she wanted to keep it that way. She only hoped the numbness wouldn't fade.