"ѕσмє тнιиgѕ αяє мєαит тσ вє вяσкєи." [Dastan]

[Slade Xandir]

Mercy bit back her tongue as he spoke of all this being the 'right decision'. Her smartass almost replied with something that could've tossed it all away.
"Step forward...and kneel."

Oh frakking son of a Jedi. She was going through all this again? Then again, there was no Darth Preshi here to say she 'didn't look like much', and this was on Dastan's own watch. She had no clue how many he killed since then, nor what he went through, but damnit, she was too pretty and too badass to die!
Mercy eyed the blood-colored saber, already wary by the jostling snaps and hisses of the weapon's own insanity. But she had agreed, and one thing she couldn't exactly do was tear that down so fast. Maybe a few minutes from now, but as for now, too soon.
So the Nexu-hearted girl once known as 'Fury' picked up leather clad feet and marched to the laser sword, already saying her prayers in a graceless and softly growled soliloquy of curses and 'rot in hell's.

Kneeling before her first Master, she threw another 'damnit' into the mix as sand and ash had no problem dusting up her knees. And as she presented herself to Dastan, she finished her prayer with a 'Frak' just as the saber tip lie just above her head.

[Dastan Imatari]

He hovered the blade over her shoulder quickly.

"Rise, Apprentice Knight Mercy. Fury- of the Sith." He slashed the blade away from her, and deactivated it. Almost an accolade. Yes, he knew the nickname her friends gave her. He rather liked it, and felt it fit with her personality quite well. It may even do for a proper Sith name.

A bit of pride welled within his breast. Inside he was grateful Mercy saw the light, and that she knew her place- by his side.

She would be the first of many. The first to join his side for a new dawn. The sun was rising on the Sith Empire, and Dastan would see to it- he'd heft the heavenly body himself if he needed. He would mold her to be a true sith knight. She already had what it took to climb those heights, and now he would capitalize on what she already excelled in. Assuming she'd likely double agent for Blood, though, he would keep her under his thumb, as the apprentices of old. Always under foot, he needed to make sure he could trust her- as much as Mercy likely needed to know she could trust Dastan.

"Where is the ship you arrived on?" He asked, "and do you need anything from it before we leave?" he asked.

"Blood may have some disagreements with this arrangement. Though I'm sure we can come to terms." He huffed with a smirk behind his helmet. "Though we needn't worry. Soon enough, you'll be near equal terms." Oh the plans he had... Mercy even had a good part in it, too. Though he'd need to spend some time training her up. Shake some rust off if there was any.

[Slade Xandir]

It was more...intimate than what she had expected from the ice hearted man. Ceremonious, much more than anything she had received from him, or even from Blood. It felt like he wanted her back, something that made all the curses and regrets poof away faster than when she made them. Contrast to his ruthless nature, Dastan gently took them away. She was stunned.
Not too stunned to get her bearings and stand once he gave the word for it though.
'Fury- of the Sith,' she mused a bit, something a bit giggly threatening to blossom in her chest, instead fluttering down to her stomach and staying there before it flew away.
How did he know about her nickname from Fox? When had-
Screw it. Dastan made it sound cooler, anyways.

The minx didn't tuck her head or anything, especially considering her hair did the hiding of most of her facial features, anyways. The breeze attempted pulling it to show, but with it at a 'frakk off, wind' angle, it didn't get the opportunity to. There were things the vixen began to wonder, things that led to so much conflict on her own behalf. It was just too coincidental that Dastan's ship, he still had, was named Merciless, but when she had first been with him she had just wrote it off as just that- a coincidence. Now, she thought of how he 'just so happened' to know her nickname within the more-than-secret group of 3. How did he come across this stuff? Was he truly keeping an eye on her since their almost barbarianized- well, her fault more than most -reunion? How had he learned it? Was it in a database or something? And as for even this! This meet up, here, on this planet specifically, out of all other planets, other systems, other everythings, he was here...
With her. At the exact same time, same coordinates, and everything.

What was happening? It was damn sure more than just a basic 'coincidence' at this point...But she just couldn't see past what was really going on. Was he looking for her?
Or was she looking for him?
Was it fate? Chance? Luck?

"Where is the ship you arrived on, and do you need anything from it before we leave?"

Her light hazels snapped to where his eyes would be if he hadn't had that mask on. "I was kinda dropped off by a unmarked taxi ship- he has a thing for us using taxi's to prevent us from being tracked and traced, or something. Gets paranoid about those things. In fact, he's paranoid about alot of stuff-" Damn, Mercy, open up the floodgates so soon, why don't you?

"No, I don't need anything here. I'm done if you are."

Much better.