Great minds think alike... (decade)

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis walked the halls of Utopia once again, the inquisitor now having his own personal mission. Ever since he had joined the empire, and gave himself to the dark side for the sake of the empress and all below her, he had always felt the presence of another... there was another dark energy within the empire, right here in Utopia. She was stronger than any other imperial force user he had ever felt, one that matched his own power, and may have even slightly surpassed him by now. But in any case, he needed to see who this presence was... Rhoden has mentioned her before, but not by name. The only name he heard was from Mora... ‘Agent Silence.’ He has never heard of her. But he was about to find out for himself just who she was.

[Desade Pho]

The botanical gardens was something of a favorite place of hers. Quiet and peaceful. Not a lot of people ventured into these parts of the facility, so she didn't have to preen and pretend to be normal. She didn't have to coat herself in make up so that she looked like a normal person. She wasn't normal, in any shape or form. Her yellow eyes were currently closed, her ashen skin bared to the artificial lights, clad only in a form fitting red dress that was both classy, yet left little to the imagination. Though the shadows seemed to cling to her, where she sat on a railing, alongside a large flower she had grown to love. It was carnivorous, she had found, but hardly predatory. A single bud rose from its center, a lure to any who thought to prey on what could be perceived as a succulent feast for those creatures that harvested nectar.

Upon contact, the petals would snap shut, extending inch long thorns to tear and rend its victims, its nectar acting as a digestant, dissolving its victim into a fine nutrient rich paste, that would then nourish the flower, when it would bloom into a beautiful flower again. She had discovered its nature when a scientist prodded too closely to her, and she cut the man's hand off, it landed in the flower's maw. She held the man and waited, throwing him in once it opened. The flower enjoyed its meal that day, and the colors had become more vibrant. Bright blue with purple veins throughout. She would seek new prey for her new friend later. Right now, she was meditating. Letting the Dark Side flow through her, touching upon others-- she paused as she felt another dark presence, and smiled.

Perhaps she'd not find new prey today, but a new follower. She had great plans yet... as the door hissed open, she opened her eyes to take in the new comer, yellow eyes glowing in the dimming light around her.

[Neive Undant]

As Prazutis trekked into the less populated areas of the ship, he could feel the dark presence strengthen. The dark energy in the area was empowering, yet draining at the same time...
She was near.
Prazutis looked over the entrance to the botanical gardens a moment as he thought to himself... looking for someone in tune with the life and death around them, it would make sense she would be there.
He walked to the door, the metal hissing as it slid open, allowing him entry. And in front of him was a figure that he couldn’t describe. Her skin so pale it was almost blinding, even in the darkened room. However, the golden eyes he had seen in so many others... it was definitely her.
“Agent silence, I presume...” he took a second, looking her over. Her outfit seemed to be almost made to entice the lustful desires of others. But Prazutis held no feelings like that... at least not for someone like her.
“Excuse my sudden presence... I am Prazutis, a new inquisitor in the imperial ranks.” He thought for a second. What was he supposed to say?
“It seems as though are paths within the force are very similar... the dark side is strong in both of us.” He paused, giving one more look into her golden eyes with his own shining yellows...
“What makes ou Perdue the darkness so adamantly?”

[Desade Pho]

The shadows crept over her ashen grey skin, as she reached out a hand toward it, as if calling a lover, or a pet... perhaps both. Long nails, currently painted crimson to match her dress, touched against the strands of darkness, as they wrapped around her hand, briefly.

"Silence I am," she purred, her tone sing-song, melodious, and yet, terrifyingly haunting. The same voice she used when hiding in shadows, stalking her prey, to terrify them. Their fear was intoxicating to her. She listened to him for several moments, brows furrowing a bit as she let him finish. "Prazutis sees himself an equal to Silence?" she said, and in one fluid motion, she rose to her feet with a grace and poise of a dancer-- or a skilled murderer.

"Silence does not seek out the darkness, the darkness calls to her, embraces her, and she embraces back, it is warm and seductive, not cold and unfeeling as light is, her emotions are tempered and hammered into a fine blade that is the dark, powerful and fearsome to those who oppose her, yet shelter to those who join Silence," she added, moving to walk toward him. The lights about her flickered as she pulled on them, her held tilted to one side to let her long black hair cascade over one shoulder, and her eyes, briefly. Still burning yellow... she looked like something from an old horror holo-vid. Beautiful, seductive, yet unnatural, terrifying, and deadly. Very, very deadly.

"You've sought out the dark on your own, but its always been there, waiting, like a friend, like a lover... waiting for you to take its hand and hold it," she added, "But you think Silence sought out the dark like a dog, she did not, it found her at her lowest, what about you, Prazutis?" she asked him.

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis looked down, chuckling at the way she talked in metaphors. Her words were that of a poet’s, speaking for long moments yet saying almost nothing.
However, his question had been answered. She didn’t reach out to the darkness, she only took its hand when it reached to her. And with her question to him, he had to think a moment.
“You could say I have an understanding with the dark side. I let it use me as a vessel, to keep the power it desperately tries to manifest to being, and in exchange I use such power to destroy the enemies of the empire.” He smiled underneath the helmet, the almost psychopathic scene in front of him not fading him in the slightest. She could show herself as a being of darkness, she could show him a haunting image, but at least at the moment, she didn’t have the actions to back up the image she tried to give off.
“Our level of power... it is almost the same. Our knowledge within the force is almost matching... so I suppose I wished to see who it is that matched my own abilities.” He crossed his arms, thinking.
“What brings you to a place like this?” He thought as he looked over the flower behind her, narrowing his eyes. He was no botanist, but something like that, he would be wise to avoid contact with.

[Desade Pho]

She studied him for a moment, the sharp protrusions on his face, the tattoos that marred his face. There was a tortured soul there, but he seemed to think that by serving the Empire, he served the Dark Side, or vice versa. She sneered at that thought, sneered that he saw himself as a peer. He had power, sure, but her power was subtle, twisted... like a knife in the bowels, turning, shifting. It brought her great pleasure. Both the power she wielded, and the feeling of a knife in her hands, inside of someone else...

"The enemies of the Empire? They are plentiful, some have committed heinous acts, others? Merely disagreed with the way things were run," she said, "Alliance, Sith, Empire, Jedi- names given to one people to form walls and lines through space and time, entire peoples attempts at segregation and division," she added, "Silence is here to see what game those in power wishes to play, a pawn, for now, but knowing; understanding her role," she added, "Silence fights for the Empire to see which path it takes," she purred out.

"This is Silence's home because her previous home was no longer suitable for her needs, she was in need of--" she paused, head tilting, smile slowly crossing her features as she looked toward him. "--companionship," she added. "What of the fledgling dark sider before Silence? What brings him here to the presumptuously named Utopia?" she asked.

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis thought for a minute as she looked over him. The way her eyes pierced into his own... even through his helmet, the yellow eyes before him broke through. How unsettling it was, although by now he was used to unsettling images.
As she spoke, he gave a small smile, crossing his arms. She understood the 2 coins in the galaxy, the sides of the force and the sides of politics. Jedi and sith, Empire and alliance: the two coins where neither could come out on top for the moment. But as she asked him why he was here, it seemed it was a question he could not confidently answer.
“I am here... because my mind was lost.” He thought back to the first memories he had of the empire, before Neive was destroyed and only Prazutis was left. He was hooked up to a machine. Something about his memories being altered, bough he presumed it was at the Alliance’s hands.
“A void opened in my memories... much of my recent past is either hazed or comepletely vanished.” He thought for a moment, looking at her.
“Though, from the biased word that I heard, that was at the hands of the Alliance.”

[Desade Pho]

Her head tilted the opposite direction for a moment as she thought on his words, then she giggled. A melodic, yet terrifying sound, as she turned to walk away from the armored figure.

"Do focus on that bias, and remember what you are told is not necessarily what things are," she said, hopping up onto the seating around her flower-friend. That was a dangerous place to be, if she toppled into the flower, she wouldn't even have time to scream. She was disappointed to find that out when she threw the scientist in. Fortunately for her, he was already screaming before things escalated. She walked around the bench that encircled the plant.

"People seek to use, control even, other people, let them think they do, and one day, a surprise may be made," she told him, looking up. At her gaze, the lights flickered, shadows creeping across the walls... before the gardens went completely dark (Darkness). A whisper in the Force, a murmur of movement, the lights suddenly came back on, but Silence was gone. Though she had seemingly reappeared behind and to the right of Prazutis's shoulder. "I love surprises," she purred.

[Neive Undant]

Prazutis pondered the woman’s words for a moment, contemplating his place in the empire.
“Perhaps you know something I do not...” he narrowed his eyes a second before speaking again.
“Although my allegiance stands with the empress, I think it would do me good to find out just who I am... and who Neive Undant was.” He crossed his arms, thinking.
“However... I have a feeling that I won’t like the answer.”

[Desade Pho]

She pondered his words for a moment.

"Does Prazutis have any memories of this other you speak of? Does it matter? You are not fully he, your life is anew, what you do it, that is up to you," she said, walking in front of him, the long nail of one finger gently scraping over the armor covering his chest, she paused to look up at him, her yellow eyes burning into the visor of the man before him. "Who was Silence before she was found? She does not know, only snippets of her past life, but it doesn't matter, she is who she is now, and that matters, that is all that matters," she said.

"And what has the Empress done for Prazutis to instill such loyalty in a heart as Dark as Silence?" she studied him, eyes focused intently upon the man before her. She was an anomaly, to be sure... no one knew who Silence was, and Argus had never thought to attempt to look up any information of Desade Pho. It would prove to be an interesting read, of that she was certain, but in not looking into her-- well, she trusted Argus more than most.