"We've met before, but nice ta meet-cha,"

[Slade Xandir]

However that file never came. No audio file with Kressara's treason had been sent to him, and it had gotten to worry Slade. Nothing stopped Raven from committing to an order, and the seconds that had ticked by swore otherwise. Was she in trouble? He sat there, fiddling with his holowatch, trying to call in to her, but no response came. He did, however feel exponentially sleepy, and it dug further and further into him. His hand dropped from the watch, and he dropped like a sack before he could even come to realize Raven floated ominously behind him, lulling him into unconsciousness and working immediately into altering his memories as he slept. As far as he knew, it was in fact SHE who set that Padawan free, and any video footage and audio files would reflect this. It was her monotone voice who assured Aliclair she was on the Jedi's side. The Miralukan hybrid said her final goodbye to her former Lord as she had robbed him of his memories and made new ones to replace them. The man she had grown to appreciate as a true leader through his humanity and emotions, moreso than his leadership skills. Slade, Blood, whatever he was, beat a heart he hadn't realized worked for the people, and not against them. Especially for a Son he was not to be aware still breathed, yet. She shaped these thoughts fully into Slade as she plucked what he believed only just moments ago about Kressara from the innermost folds of his mind. She had nothing to do with Aliclair being free- Raven had freed the girl. What reason for would be unknown, and Slade knew she revealed nothing unless asked. Raven would not be able to answer back, this time.

Finally free of his mind, she pulled herself back through the existence of physics, of distance and matter, of reality, as her silent booted frame passed through a Wormhole, her final perfected power. This hybrid brought to mind the girl, the pale birdy woman Slade had loved, and unbeknownst to him, still loved. The face materialized before her mind, then the head, the neck, body, hair, smell, the way she stood, then where she stood. That place had been where she just was, and she felt the familiar strings of energy where they lie. It wasn't much harder to begot a fracture of space and distance to be back upon the ship Kressara remained, and the hybrid was once again greeted by the dull light that was the Prisoner's Keep. Raven remained hovering as she nulled the gravity enough to remain a mere ghost before the Thrynn. Silent, and nonexistent to the eye as she floated.

There the woman had flattened up against the wall, Raven floated through the barricade of the door and remained before it. Only after she had finished her addictive self soothe for her woes, did Raven decide to relieve her of them.

The pale miralukan hybrid materialized before the human, and immediately used the moment of shock to take hold of the unsuspecting woman's mind, and push thoughts into her cataclysmic head. She did not stay long enough to swim in the turbulent choppy glassy waters of this mourning woman. No, she instead took hold of this sea, and poured her own trail within it. Raven divulged all of her efforts within the Sith in regards to Slade's preservation of V'Sunnah, his meeting he had set forth with Ben, a Master Jedi who would allow nothing to harm such a small soul born free of the grime of life. The babe who had only known eating, sleeping, and smiling up at a devoted mother's soft and pale face upon the lost moon of Sojourn. The only cries he knew were that he bellowed when he was hungry or tired, or when a father had kissed him a bit too teethily. The child was absent of the harm this broken family shared, and now he laid with the Jedi, older now, and learning ways of peace, tranquility, and harmony with the world. The Prince was safe, Raven had shown the Mnami, her faucet pouring the scene of Slade denying the refuge the Grand Jedi offered, in preservation of his spawn's future, in hopes to retain the last bit of good he shared with his Krow. He had forsake his safety for his Mnami, knowing the repercussions that would follow would be a disaster he would be willing to bear for the Apprentice who had remained with him through it all. He had been aware she was a user, Raven keeping him updated on her status as her mental state went downhill with his absence. She had known her Master had been taken, and in her grief and hopes to keep their own child safe, fled to Arkania. Raven had watched it, the cold drifts swirling about her motionless figure. The broken and fearful woman did what she did now, the unknown child shivering until he shivered no more, some child lost in the cold winds of Arkania, unknowingly stolen by this crazed Apprentice of the former Dark Lord. No, the child had died, and so had the remainder of Mnami's sanity. Raven had watched her fall into that one worried piece of mind her final night on Sojourn, and chose that night to take that Prince of hers, and bring the sleeping child to Slade, who had set the meeting up, and thus that story had ended where Raven had begun it. Slade had the child secreted away with the Jedi, having that impending feeling that his time with his small family would be short lived, using the woman's drug abuse as a haze to keep her mind absent from the happenings, absent from the child replaced in that cot instead, some black haired little boy that the Krow had swept up and madly taken to Arkania to hide. No, Raven allowed her to see the little yellow blanket Kressara had taken time to wrap her bundle up to be telekinetically placed into the Jedi's arms, the shock on his face being the final piece of that puzzle. Slade was then seen leaving the meeting, heading back to the Infiltrator Kressara knew well enough, wiping the data logs and the location from the board. Any audio picked up outside of the ship had been erased, and the slate was cleaned, as he imputed new coords.

"Ready," his voice was brief as Raven immediately pushed him into unconsciousness, and performed mental surgery on the man. Those memories, those happenings, that meeting had all been pulled, and given to Kressara, freely, and from Slade's own point of view, as though the Krow had been there, handing over her own child. She would be able to feel every string of hurt, of forlorn, of desperation that Slade had kept hidden inside his scaleless shell, his selflessness winning for a team that no longer rooted for him. The team that now received all of this knowledge, all of Raven's experiences in that happenstance, for them to do with as they pleased. She needed to know. It was time.

The Phantom also departed the knowledge that Slade had been taken care of, sleeping, his memories and emotions of what he had seen pulled forth and sent to Kressara with more than Raven's own influence as she poured everything into the pale Sith's sea of knowledge. He knew none the better, instead believing Raven had done the horrendous deed Thrynn had just committed. The message was now clear to Kressara-

Raven was to be blamed, framed, and killed, leaving Kressara as the lone soul who knew the fate of her child, now; after all, who could sail the seas that was this mad woman's mind? Raven's last command from Slade echoed between the pair on that hollow day just before she had done as instructed.
"See her straight, no matter the cost." No matter the cost-
That cost had now become Raven's own life.

And now, her service to the Dragon King was to be finished.

[Kressara Thryn]

Like a ghost from the cigarette smoke, an unrecognized face materialized followed by her ethereal body. That ghost came fully into the physical and by instinct Kressara reached for her belt with the grab speed of a trained killer, hovering over the hilt of her blade before once again some shadowy darksider thought it imperative to intrude upon her mental sanctity as if a sign on her head read "Open House". By now the sensation of another's mental presence within her own cognitive existence felt as common as a pat on the back, or a foot falling asleep. First the initial puncture of one's will through the fragile barrier of the mind, then the intruder's staggering reaction to the mess that was her tempestuous thoughts and emotions, and then some manner of contact…but this was not contact by words. Pictures began flitting through her head, implanting like new memories. Her child stolen while she slept, replaced with another, her mind altered to believe it had been her own, his arrival and surrender to the jedi. Memories wiped clean, Tormentous grasping for proof of the child by reading the minds of his defeated comrades, and the need for utmost secrecy...It all flooded her for what seemed like an hour long documentary, but only a moment truly had passed between them when Kressara's pupils narrowed again on the stranger.

Vsun'ah was alive.
This woman wiped all memory of him.
Until now.

An anger built in Kressara like the ageless rage of a ghost summoned again and again, restless. They just couldn't let her commit to dying with her heart truly set on evil, could they? The darkside called even now, "Sleep, sleep, sleep…". It beckoned Kressara to finally fade into the rest of soul it offered in return for cruelty and wickedness to move her body like a marionette. However strong that pull was, her child's wellbeing was stronger. The circles under her eyes...weren't always so heavy were they?

"...You should have kept me in the dark. You should have vanished with this story of yours and let us live unaware of him. Now this burden of knowing he's alive, but pretending otherwise for so long as Tormentous lives is mine to shoulder…" Fingers latched around something cylindrical hanging from her belts. Kressara didn't take her eyes off of Raven's.

"...And mine alone."

The blonde's entire body twisted with the momentum of a well aimed strike, though it wasn't a blade which punctured the skin of her unfortunate victim. It was a needle. Glimmering liquid pumped through the syringe that was forcefully lodged into the shadow's throat, going directly into the bloodstream where it's effects would immediately begin to render the woman helpless. Visions would cloud her sight and mind of a future Kressara was incapable of seeing too. What would Raven see? Her imminent death? Bright lights? Loved ones? Flames? Nothing at all?

"You know...I shouldn't be angry with you, but I can't help it. You might not have let mine die, but some kid did. Some child froze to death and didn't even have the decency of tears meant for it. I'm carrying blood on my hands of that nameless kid. Now you cast the burden of knowledge on me, knowing I am always ever so close to the one I'm trying to keep him from? Now there's two people who know where Vsun'ah is and that's not going to do. Sorry, but I have to make this look believable...I hope you're seeing a happier future for yourself in those glitterstim visions right now, cause they're about to come true."

Kressara removed both vibroblades from their sheaths and ignited the swords. It was about to get messy.

"I don't enjoy killing people that I can't bring myself to hate...and I'm going to have to make this look like I hate you a lot."

[Slade Xandir]

It was done. The pale Krow had been imbued with not only Raven's innate knowledge of V'Sunnah's existence, but little fragments and shards of Rave's own essential ability of reconnaissance skills hitchhiked with the memories. Feelings and abilities that were a blessing to someone with such a lethal ability to pry and learn, such as Kressara. She would be perfect. Raven had only just finished, feeling drained from relieving so much information so swiftly and so hard, she was completely unable to manage anything against the violently enraged woman before her. However anything that led to her death was a part of the plan. And she welcomed it. The needle struck, and while she was able to brace herself against the effects of toxins, this drug was in fact not toxic. It was smooth, it was sweet, and an exhale left grey lips as though she had finally been able to breathe. She was a little speck of silver glitter among the sea of glitters, for once able to be a member of something grand and great, to fit in, and have friends. Comraderie and friendships, she was able to smile, and she fell from a hover onto knees that bruised only momentarily. She didn't need to feel anything that came afterwards. She was finally able to join others, and fit in. That was all she wanted. Others to understand her, and not label her as a freak. She was with a family she never had, with friends she never had, with solace of comfort she had never had. Even beyond the space between her trip, she gratefully smiled to Kressara before passing from the pure drug that stopped her heart completely. The ruby-maroon diamond shaped gem that was within the middle of her forehead dulled to a basic pretty thing, but what power remained in the gem was limitless. It appeared lifeless, but upon looking at it as it tinkled to the floor, the red hue flooded from it completely, and what remained was a gorgeous amethyst of royal purple. It was a shiny for the bird, a treat for her after her work had been finished.