Boundries 101

[Kubu Midwan]

Kubu got a ship from these Alliance people, a Skipray Blastboat, she didn't understand the term Alliance. Course she needed to learn how to fly too, it was not something taught to her. "I don't think that we should be flying Ms Midwan." The droid said. She gave it an annoyed look. 'I have to learn how to turn that thing off.' She thought. She had to have the damn droid though, she didn't know all basic or able to read it. "Rodyt sis kia nun doroti." She said. (Read this to me droid) She said pointing to the manual. "I severally protest to this.." It began to say she looked at it again. "Rodyt sis kia nun doroti." She said more strongly this time. (Read this to me droid) It finally began to read the manual to her in Sith.

Once it was set up she needed coordinates for here and there. She felt it was easier to get another droid for that, this one she couldn't understand, so if it talked she wouldn't respond. The pilot droid sat in the passenger seat, it would put in the coordinates for her, but she would be flying. Once it was set she pushed the button, she was heading home to Ziost.

[Slade Xandir]

Of course the capital of the Sith was well guarded, fleets of Sith Fighters and an assemble of armada things lay scattered in a prime orbital fashion, always on patrol. The scour of even the faintest detection of an unknown vessel would send up a lethal alarm, and all would meet it's end at the word of wary Sith. A lot less of words were spoken nowadays; more often than not, Sith shot first then asked questions later.

However, within that majority of Sithian Fleet, the Sith's ruler himself sat in the transmission center, having words with his latest acquisition, Raven, through an encrypted and untraceable link. They discussed the politics that came with discovery and the steadily falling numbers of Sith uprisings, his tyranny going through it's realm of success. She had informed him of the last patch of rebels she had discovered growing weary in their wait for an ambushed member of their wagon, when Admiral Lidmor came through the threshold and requested permission to speak. With a wave of a fiendish scaled hand, Blood allowed such.

"An unknown vessel approaches by locked coordinate signal to Ziost. From trajectory and speed, it has been confirmed to not be cautious of it's whereabouts, sir."

Taking only a second to mull over the given information, Blood growled to himself. Someone was cocky enough to not only infiltrate Sith space, but to do so without fear. Could this prove more waste than worth? Or was there a time to be had prying this ship open and seeing what goodies lay inside?

"Sssstop them," Blood hissed simply at the Admiral. "And ensure they are not willing to be crucified for their tresspassessss. If they are, see it done."

Lidmor gave a humble bow, and saw himself out of the Naga's main comm room. Blood had noticed Lidmor only remarked on one ship coming, rather than a fleet. This was good; he needed no distractions, right now.

[Kubu Midwan]

She pushed more buttons not really knowing what she pushed. The coms were opened, so everyone could hear the pilot's conversation. "Kuris tave netvarka buti is sis vieta?" She asked the droid. (Who the hell is in this space?) "We are in Sith space, not your species dark force users. I believe that we should turn around." The droid said. Kubu knew what a dark force users was, they had been common among her kind. However she didn't understand why these new dark users decided to call themselves after her kind.

"Nu valia ziur nuyak fahka." She said to the droid. (I will see my home) Kubu didn't understand these rules or boundaries drawn. She wasn't supposed to come near here which made no sense to her. 'Who decides these terms.' She thought. Perhaps someone who was an elder could explain better, but for now she wanted to see how much her home had changed over 5,000 years. As far as she was concerned there was no laws that stopped her.

[Slade Xandir]

Immediately the earpiece of his that was connected with the newest inclusion of ship interference as she entered nearer to his territory. Her voice was echoing, crackled, until she grew nearer. He recognized those words, that dialect, the language itself. That was Sith.

"Valkyr, inform Lidmor that there is no destroying this ship. My interest has been captured. Inssstead, order him to board it."

Confirmation of the order allowed Blood time to gather his thick claws through through the series of categories of ships in the comm room, and he scanned until he landed a signal on the newest joining member, the Unknow Sith Speaker. The pitch in the voice declared it to be either a youth or a female, and even moreso, they knew their language.

Dark baritones threw themselves through the ear piece as he threw a command into the speaker's mic. She now would be able to hear the Ruler of this space. And after speaking such a command in Sith dialect in response to her own, he waited for her compliance, lest she be destoryed in a hellfire of aggressive tactics.

[Kubu Midwan]

"Xali tu'iea zuhia, Tsis. Macias tave wo kuris savas dea j'us iezkon, ir xauti tu'iea cali stai." (Cease your journey, Sith. Meet the one who owns which you seek, and find your answers here.) A voice said over the com. Kubu was startled at first, no one had spoken her language before, the droid had to learn it. 'Owns what I seek?' She thought. She knew what ownership was, they had slaves after all, but to own a world? There was just thousands of questions running in her head.

"Nu tezn noret kia ziur nuyak fahka, kad Nu valia ziur j'us kia dary mazo." She said. ( I just want to see my home, but I will see you to do so) Kubu would meet with the person who spoke her language, just to see what had become of her home. Maybe this owner would know more than the "Alliance" had. She shook her head as she still didn't understand the term. Kubu felt the ship shake a little as it was boarded. "Nu jostas j'us buti stai kia vykti nun kia tave savas?" She said as she got up. (I trust you are here to take me to the owner?)

[Slade Xandir]

Boarding the Sith's ship was Raven, her face hidden majorly by the shadow of a hood. Her fame was also hidden by the oversized cloak, and her steps were silent as they were sheathed in silent-soled cuffed boots that looked moreso like cloth than hardened material. The only thing that gave her away as far as gender was her voice, and even that was screwed by the monotone vocalizer that was the bottom half of her "face". The hybrid miraluka was accompanied by two massassi, both massive and standing on either side of the indigo sheathed Phantom of the current Sith Lord. She wasted no time as she motioned forward in a beckoning motion and spoke through the mechanical device.

Leaving the ship, they walked through the boarding tunnel to reach the Naga which hung over the planet Kubu wanted to see. The inside of the ship was pristine, immaculate with busy worker, advanced crewmen and women alike who were hired specifically for them studying the entirety of their lives for this trade. They served Blood well, served him near obsessively, and questioned nothing he ordered. Priming other ships for takeoff or refueling, the people swarmed diligently around them as they walked through the masses. No one stood in their way.

Raven brought her party through the extreme expanse of the ship, answering the Sithette's question as it flit forth in that native dialect of hers. Raven too had studied Sith, and it wasn't long before she studied other languages and found herself the prime character needed to fill Blood's Phantom requirement. It also didn't take long before they all reached the communications sector where the Dragon King resided as he waited for their arrivals. Swiveling to meet them in the chair which he sat, Blood ordered the two Massassi to guard the entranceway as Raven ghosted herself into one of the shadowy corners.

Greeting her, Blood had began having his conversation with her, his serpentine like tongue snaking around the 's's in the Sith words only a second longer than they usually were. Otherwise, his speech was perfect in the language. Dressed in an ornate front-back long garnet loincloth that was inscribed in golden Sith symbols, his Dark Side amulet hung around the neck, connected to the gold and garnet chest piece jewelry he wore. On the back of the jewelry, it was reinforced by link chain and from it hung a cape, too inscribed at the bottom hem in Sith symbols. Covered in scales, the Sith Lord was obviously not human anymore, and from the deep recesses of his sockets, golden irises gleamed as they awaited her responses and questions.

[Kubu Midwan]

She followed the woman to someone who appeared snake more than anything else. " Zhelosa kia zo kitok a iv Tsis. Nu girdeti tu'iea zuca; aukoti nun tu'iea falykas galez j'us zinot is anoja kia tu'iea ' home'." He said. (Welcome to a new age of Sith. I heard your voice; give me your questions might you have in reference to your 'home.) "Kait letas zinot j'us savas nuyak fahka? Kam buti sis ' kitok ' a iv Tsis? Kodel dary j'us visita tu'saen Tsis? Kam rast kia tave Tsis?" She said. (How long have you owned my home? What is this 'new' age of Sith? Why do you call yourself Sith? What happened to the Sith?)

The droid remained silent behind her, it didn't like being here. However it was assigned to her till she learned basic. At this rate it would be a long time before that happened. Kubu had a lot of questions, but being out for 5,000 years tended to cost a lot. She hoped there was more answers here than when she was let out. There was still so much that she didn't know.

[Slade Xandir]

Standing and choosing to address her with his full height of nearly 7 feet tall, the Sith Lord took a second to think of what he was going to say before dawning it on her. He had seen from a mass of scriptures and leftover scrolls what species she was. She was in fact a Sith, and the collector within him coveted such a rarity. She was more than likely the last of the Sith that were available to be seen, touched, heard, felt. Learned from.
It was an ultimate test of his will to not simply stow her away and keep her for scientific research, whether it be cloning or anything of valuable splicing he could harness from her to bring back some semblance of her species, her culture. But as the eons of history flashed through his mind, it became made up. If the Sith had died out the ways that were described to her, she was a member of a species that were meant to be extinct. And that made her seem less valuable in his mind. Regardless, whether he wanted to keep her as a treasure or toss her away as a breeder bantha, it was rude of him to not return her to some sort of stability as she had given him questions. So returning his mind to that of a teacher, Blood explained to her which she requested.

The scales that covered his exposed frame grew ominous in their shading as he stepped to the front of the viewport, becoming a silhouette as he left her some room to join him if she wished. Looking down on the home planet of the existing Sith, Blood felt some underlying feeling of the modern Sith being more foreign than what they truly were, but the years of history which encompassed the new Sith had shown that because of wit and strength, the modern Sith were superior in their ability to survive. The native Sith were wiped clean, other than perhaps the imperceptible ones who may have perhaps taken to hiding deep within the planet or in the caves with the rest of the Sith Spawn. Perhaps they devolved into something else, entirely. Who knew? He never concerned himself with seeking out their 'ancestors'.

Turning back to her, he asked a question of his own, the near silent swish of his loincloths and cape muffling the click of his feet's clawed digits. Curiosity intercepted his deep slithering baritones as he spoke, as he was genuinely curious as to her case.

[Kubu Midwan]

"Nu zinot zinot lerena temias laime nuo minjiae wo v'irjitja ciklas. Nuyak Meistras negu nun mezdi mus jirganeai sulig tutalsu'ija je'as niekinika. Mazo lauke zo threx kia stebe, tave galas iv tave zavus lerena v'ava oer vykti jiso aikste. Vi tolus vi tave kitok a, tave Tsis vi j'us zenoti savimi zinot buti letas zuti. Tau zinot votlstami uri vikiâ, buti zudyti niant sas ane savas tefâka, ir buti poerezi sas ane irvasasti misinija ir inbreeding. Nu buti iv tave sams iv Tsis is dea tikurzi ziur vi vadovas sas tu'iea gakvuminmona iv Tsis. Mes tapti' sulig jivani Jidai, dea eile je'as Jen' Siders, ir darytis tave udlasyelsa iv tave tsis." He said. ("I've have ruled these lands for approximately one standard cycle. My Master before me left us reeling from absence into ignorance. So without a leader to follow, the last of the greatest ruler stepped up to take his place. As far as the new age, the Sith as you knew them have been long gone. They have obliterated themselves, been killed off by their own spawn, and been ravaged by other invading warfare and inbreeding. I am of the sect of Sith in which where seen as leaders by your era of Sith. We came from corrupted Jedi, which turned into Dark Siders, and become the overseers of the sith.) It was more than the alliance had told her. He watched him move to a viewport she wanted to see, however something said no deep down.

"Sulig kam amzi dary j'us kruso?" He turned to ask. ("From what time do you hail?") Kubu didn't really know that answer, she hadn't had a chance to find out. "Tau liepti nun prie dyim, 000 kursas." She said. (They told me over 5,000 years) She wasn't lying, but she wanted to know something. "Galez Nu ziur zo bauztipemits?" She asked. (May I see a map?) He waved a hand, a holomap appeared, she looked at it carefully, however she didn't recognize anything. 'Did you think you would?' She thought. Perhaps a little bit of her did, it made her feel a little sad. Kubu had a lot to figure out, one important one was her place in all this.

[Slade Xandir]

The Draconian watched her, gauging her reactions on the surface while feeling out her responses within. He could sense the confusion, the absence of answer and understanding. As much as he wanted to help the Sithette understand, there was nothing more that he could offer, no guidance that he could provide. Nothing other than an offer of a place for work the rest of her life away as a Sith, a current Sith, and bring some semblance of honor to the family which cast her adrift so many centuries ago.

His golden gaze lowered to the youth, and just as Tormentous and Kroxata had done for him, he passed her down the oppertunity of chance to prove herself something more than a relic of the olden times. To join a legion which would grow and surpass the powers of all, ruling through the galaxy as an unquestioned might. And from it, the resurrection of her people through traditions that had been held beneath a crypt until she had been brought to light.

As the Sith watched for her response, he pondered exactly how far she would be willing to go to bring back the times she once knew, to instill what once was and rebirth what could be. If she knew how much legacy she alone could provide by her acts, by her sacrifices.