The Krisdot

[Asheron Krisdot]

Asheron Krisdot swerves around his ship to land his light freighter the into the docking bay of Coruscant's Underworld. As he lands steadily he powers down his ship after making the ramp leading out of the Krisdot (his light freighter) steadily touch the hard concrete floor of the docking bay. He quickly rips his E-11 blaster rifle from it's shelf. He holsters his blaster and walks out in his combat armor and tactical helmet. He looks around before leaving his ship. He looks around for someone to get a job from, as he has been wanting to join a faction since this bounty hunting business isn't going very well. He lifts the visor on his helmet showing his rodian face.

[Salem Norongachi]

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[Kressara Thryn]

Whatever official business her fellow Sith had in mind when they sent out a request to meet, Kressara was sure it’d take away time from her own personal ventures. She came to Coruscant to sell…product...but a recent transmission had the platinum blonde in the black leather trench coat walking towards the docks. Her vibroblades, all thirteen of them so expertly hidden, save for the pair of swords on her hips, were nestled about her body suit in holsters beneath her jacket. In a place like this without the accompaniment of her cartel associates? No way would she be caught dead (or dying) without at least five different weapons at her disposal. The more the merrier right?

Kressara Thryn didn’t match the average profile of a sith, lending her some level of secrecy. She passed unhindered through common throngs of the underworld, following the instructions set to memory from the apprentice of her current...boss? Would you call Lord Tormentous an employer? He didn’t seem to be a teacher. Perhaps he was a friend. They did often find themselves sharing drinks more often than non-friends did. Now his apprentice was another story. They’d shared a few missions together at most and spoken a handful of times. So whyever Kita wanted Kressara to meet her at the port was beyond her.

Until she noticed a job hungry looking sort. Eyes trained for business locked onto the Rodian without hesitance. Of course, she couldn’t be sure, but the black bird of the sith had a hunch about that one.

The dainty dark sider located a bench off to the side of the port and took her seat, waiting diligently for the arrival of the other sith while keeping tabs on the Rodian. Sharp hazels cut through the crowd.

[Kita_Ikari]

Having had left her XY-2000 Silverpelt in the undergrounds parking space, the sith apprentice had brought along the retired scholar Sa'ato to the low reaches of corucant. She had much business to deal with, as well as some personal issues to discuss.

Ever since Kress master had disappeared, Kita Ikari had worried about the other apprentice. So much of her training was going undone as a sith. Granted, Silvanius master was gone as well, leaving the high priest Silas Karn to take over as Sith Lord...but at least she was trying to do what she could til her master Lord Tormentous returned.

Glancing at the neti, Silvanius placed a hand on her hip, unbothered by the looks of any passerby as she awaited for him to gather himself. Silvanius stood out among the crowd with her long light blonde hair and blue gaze. A silver, mostly revealing outfit reflecting light from the many shops in the area. She didn't care much, for if someone dared to try and harm her in anyway, she would have brought her pistol out within seconds. For her lightsaber would only bring unwanted attention unless definitely needed.

Normally she would have hidden herself due to bounty hunters in the past. But this was a place where many fugitives roamed. She really didn't care if she was seen or not. The young woman from Tibrin was unlike most of the sith. She held a sense of compassion to her comrades, though...there were times where she found herself lost in her own emotions also. "Hurry up please Sa'ato. I sense Kress around here already." Silvanius said seriously as she turned to observe her surroundings within the port.

As the crowds thinned, she noticed the platinum blonde woman sitting a good distance away. But her attention seemed elsewhere. Following the crows gaze, she realized a bounty hunter stood off to the side near his ship. "I don't sense any threat from him..." she thought silently.
Pulling her from her thought as the retired scholar finished gathering his things. Silvanius approached the other apprentice and smiled brightly, the neti following alongside her.
"Last time I saw you, we were helping Sa'ato get materials for his bone armor. Nice to see you have gotten better since then. There is much we need to discuss."

Next to the black dressed sith, it was obvious the two appeared very similar in appearance. Able to easily attract other people with their sense of style and light blonde locks. Most would probably mistake them for sisters. Yet they weren't. Unknowingly to them, the two were distant cousins whom just happened to fall within the darkside. Both having fallen for a Sith Lord in the process.

[Professor Mors]

There has been a tremor in the Force: like a ripple across a small pond, or the single gust of a breath on the back of one’s neck. But it was not the predictable, hyperactive presence that Kressara exuded almost without trying. No, there was something more calculating, more instinctive about the energy signature that tickled at the edge of the Neti’s mind. Following closely behind Silvanius, Sa’ato regarded Miss Thryn with a light nod, but did not sit down. Instead, he remained standing, and scanned the area for the disturbance. Much to the professor’s surprise and momentary approval, it seemed that his two colleagues had beaten him to the source.

A Rodian, and one that had inevitably seen several battles from what the professor could discern. In the galaxy at large, there was a pervasive stereotype that the verdant humanoids were merely mindless criminals. Sa’ato however had spent some months of education studying the proclivities of Rodian culture, and understood better than most that their martial traditions were of great social importance. Certainly, he was not about to underestimate this man, and whatever training he might possess. Be they a soldier or hunter, the Neti was convinced they had something to offer his order, and by extension the academic himself.

[Asheron Krisdot]

Asheron notices Sa'ato and the others, he flips his visor down just in case he might need it, and walks towards them feeling they might have a job for him. As he walks he prepares his mind for a fight in case anyone tried attacking him, after all this is the Coruscant Underworld, and some people would even attack a Rodian with decent gear. He stands in front of Kita Ikari before speaking in Galactic Basic "I reckon you have a job for me, do you?" He stood nearly perfectly still waiting for an answer.

[Kressara Thryn]

“Well well well, a pair of familiar faces! It has been some time.” Kressara smiled from her seat on the bench and scooted to the side in case either of them wished to rest their legs. “That was a pretty fun little camping trip.” Peering around Kita to Sa’ato, the apprentice without a master waved her fingers at the Neti and chirped, “Heya there, Professor! Looking good, man.”

Her hand reached into the pocket of her trench coat to pull free a pair of obsidian gem charms. They were the very same ones from the hunt on Mustafar. “I forgot to give these to you both before we parted ways. A little token of our time together.” And with that they were tossed each towards Kita and Sa’ato.

Her attention then returned to the Rodian who was now approaching them. Silent, Kressara thought it best to let Kita and Sa’ato handle any potential recruitment. So as she listened, the black bird of the sith snagged a spice laced cigarette from her coat and lit up, breathing deeply the warming smoke before exhaling it in a cloud.
Silence momentarily lingered between the parties, to which Kressara nonchalantly offered the gathering, “Smoke anyone?”

[Kita_Ikari]

Silvanius caught the gem midair and stared at it briefly before setting it in a silver pouch hanging from her belt. "Thank you Kress."

Silvanius, much like Sa'ato, had caught the forces disturbance leading her to the rodian. However, the sith apprentice was still honing her senses fully within the force herself. So she hadn't come to the conclusion yet Asheron was fully what she was sensing. But as the rodian lingered nearby and others in the area left, it was starting to become obvious to her that the bounty hunter was indeed what she was picking up in the waves of the force.

He had potential to be more then he was now. A sith.
And finding a new occupation...well...he practically was landing in their laps. A potential Acolyte who would strengthen their numbers. Problem was, how much potential did he carry? Her master Lord Tormentous wouldn't have let just anyone train within the sith. And even when he did to give them a chance to prove themselves worthy, most with potential were sent to the academy for basic training. Not with the highest ranked members.

Half of them never survived to make it to battle. For joining the sith was a demanding test of strength, endurance and willpower. Brutal beatings among other test were applied to join the faction. Plus Tormentous felt if they die or were to weak to continue, then they weren't worth the trouble. They were meant to be sent to the pits of hell. Problem was...he wasn't around. And Silvanius didn't want Silas to take over and turn a potential new Acolyte against her while taking the reigns in the decision of his training.

"What would my master do?" she asked herself.
The thought instantly came from the back of her mind.
"Take control of the opportunity. Don't leave this opening for your enemy."

The sith apprentice attention quickly focused on the bounty hunter as he approached their small group. She took notice as he lowered his face shield for the means of whatever protection he could give himself. "He has his guard up. Smart." she thought with a small smirk, Amusement flashing in her fading blue gaze. Now the young sith apprentice decided to take this matter in her own hands.

"Depends."
Silvanius couldn't help but let the response sit a moment before continuing as she observed the rodian.

She was like a silver/grey she-cat playing with their prey before devouring them whole. A rather interesting way of reacting with people she didn't know. She began taking joy out of playing with their minds, intimidating them in a way and observing their responses. The blonde sith apprentice had developed this technique over the past few months, mostly in a way to keep herself entertained. Of course Kress or Sa'ato would have seen through her charade. Because Silvanius had spent alot of time with the two on quite a few missions.

"Depends on what you are seeking."
The smirk remained on her face as Silvanius folded her arms across her chest, one bare hip tilted outwards a bit as she stood in curiosity. Their was a hint of mishief in her demeanor, yet not noticible to most. For Silvanius was extremely serious about mostly everything at times.
"And what you are willing to do to get it."

Kressara's voice broke through as she finished her reply to Asheron. A brow raised at the black crow as Silvanius gave a slightly annoyed look in her direction. Tormentous apprentice was not into drugs or smoking. She found the smell horrid and it caused her to feel sick to her stomach anytime someone was using them. Yet it was common for most lifeforms to use them. Even her own master from time to time and Jacobi had a cigarette once in awhile.
In a warning tone, she responded to her Sith companion. "Kress..."

[Asheron Krisdot]

The rodian laughed in amusement. "I know who you are, and I certainly am willing to do what it takes to join the Sith." He said as he knew who she was since she had a bounty. He snatched the cigarette out of Kress's hand. He lifted his visor to smoke. "The question is, are you willing to train me? But before you answer that, let me show you what I can do." He walks over to a casino guard before going behind him and lifting him in the air before throwing him on the ground. The casino guard grabs his small blaster pistol before quickly turning it to be aimed at the rodian but Asheron kicks the blaster out of his hand and blasts the guard with his E-11 right through the visored helmet of the casino guard. He grabs the security guard and throws him off the ledge towards the deepest depths of the Coruscant Underworld. Some of the people begin to run in terror but one person he notices trying to sprint towards him has a blaster. So he turns around and before the man can even aim his blaster or get within five feet of the rodian, he is blasted straight in the lungs, and again in the back of the head after he hits the ground. He holsters his blaster and walks back towards the Sith, and speaks "So, the question waits for an answer, are you willing to train me?"

[Kita_Ikari]

Of course a bounty hunter would recognize Silvanius, however it had slipped her mind. Even after trying to avoid having been hunted down, Kita lost in the chances of staying low in the sith and off the radar of fugitives. No doubt her father had heard about it from the jedi already. She knew in her heart she couldn't go back to him now.

As the rodian took a puff from the cigarette the crow of the sith handed out, she listened silently.
"The question is, are you willing to train me? But before you answer that, let me show you what I can do."

Asheron was quick to act, however, causing a much unneeded scene in her mind. The rodian was bold. And quick to act without much of a thought of his actions in a public place...despite it was one filled with fugitives. Silvanius didn't like to start a scene anywhere unless it was on a battlefield or a mission with her master in a public area.
"Well...I guess it IS kinda a mission...for him. But this activity could wind up reaching the ears of unwanted people."

2 dead, the rodian strode back with an air of confidence. Glancing around, she watched for a moment as the people fled.
"So, the question waits for an answer, are you willing to train me?"

Resting her eyes back on the bounty hunter, she gave it some thought. He would definitely already had some combat training out of the way, but his technique on how to carry it out was a bit sloppy. "Where is my mandolorian Jacobi when i need him..." she thought. Silvanius would have to teach him how to properly fight without drawing attention in a public place straight off the bat. Meaning she would be bringing him along on future missions to train him. The new Sith Lord was occupied training her jedi rival Aliclair in the darkside...giving Silvanius a good chance of a avoiding that snake Silas for now and teaching the Rodian.

"What's you name?"
Awaiting a reply, she glanced at Kressara.
"We will need to lay low for a bit. Got a place for us to stay until the drama here has calmed?"
Silvanius knew Kressara possibly had a place for them to hang out until their business here was done. She was a very intelligent, if not, also a insane member within the sith.
Turning her head slightly to Sa'ato, she gave a look of curiosity. A silent question of his opinion on recruiting Asheron.