TLC, darling. [Raphael/Emre]

[Slade Xandir]

There are many things that were taking place within the Sith now. There were things that Blood knew that Tormentous would scoff at, more than likely deme pathetic. There are also things that Tormentous would probably raise his brow and see the practicality of it. There were things that Blood knew internally he should be ashamed of, but ultimately knew he had to get done. These things were taking place with then the secrets of the Sith, behind the doors that no one had been granted access to other than his most trusted. And as of right now, he trusted no one other than himself, Raven, and Karliah. Warvanus hadn't even made it to such levels of secrecy, yet.

But today he wasn't thinking about as much of it as he thought he would be. Today, he was monitoring his assets, and as far as his assets were concerned it was the people that he had recruited so far into the division of the Sith. One of the most loyal that he could remember was Emre, but he hadn't seen much of the tanned Warrior as of late. So as he strolled down the pastures of flowers and fauna of Sojourn, he pulled upon the connection he had, though faint, with Emre.

[Raphael Xandir]

Emre sat, dangling his feet over the balcony of his resort room. The tanned young man was a dreamer; he usually dreamt of thins outside his means at the moment. He was conflicted, caught between sides of his friend and his mentor. Although he chose to say and see his training out, he couldn’t help remember all the times he had with Lilith and Raphael. He missed training with them and felt emptiness while training now.

The young man hadn’t had contact with his mentor in a while. Although he could always feel him near, it had been a bit since he had personally trained him. Usually it was just he and the twins, working to improve themselves within their natural ability.

In a moment of weakness, Emre flipped to his holowatch and began a transmission. He mumbled a few words into it and sent it to two of the few recipients within his contact list.

On some level he hoped his message would reach the twins and he would be able to straighten all of this out soon enough. But at the same time, he hoped not to feel the wrath of his mentor’s extreme ways.

So there he sat. Waiting on a whim, on hope that somehow his friends would come back to him and hoping his loyalty to them wouldn’t be his downfall.

[Slade Xandir]

It seemed the connection was either too weak betwixt the two, or the Warrior simply chose to not heed the calling. This rose a confusing swirl of emotions within the draconian, and it was a topsy turvy conditioning of vex and abrupt dismissal that culled it. He couldn't decide whether to be irritated at the Warrior for making him wait, or understand that the connection between them was too weak for the barely seasoned Warrior to pick up. It was indeed Blood's personal fault that Emre had nothing to latch upon, but then again it was Emre's fault for not coming to the Sithian and proclaiming himself worthy in a way that made him noticeable to the forever busy Dragon King.

With a heavy sigh, Blood signaled to Raven who was scrolling down the datapad of their registered faction assets, and he pointed out a name she hadn't lingered on long for it's lack of info behind it.

"Emre. The one and only Emre, tan and brusque. Seek him upon this moon and retrieve him. Bring him here, and inform him of nothing more than my desire to see him."

She flickered within reality just after the Sith Lord's last words, then proceeded to vanish, dipping into the shadows crafted by the now powered off datapad in the mix of a dark corner, using her connection to the Force and the ability to walk within shadows. That ebony cloak of hers disappeared within the pool of shadow, and within milliseconds, he was left alone within the North Mansion's business room. Up the staircase and in the center wing, he awaited her return with his once favored pupil.

Raven took nothing but seconds to locate the feel of another humanoid, and knowing the man wouldn't typically hang around a group she had dismissed the workers and receptionists from the singular form, one who seemed lonely but in comparison to the others who relied on Blood for their living oppertunity, the single dot seemed comfortable enough within themself to be alone. A nearby shadow at the base of the staircase allowed her passage, and though it seemed a bit smaller than what she was able to pass through a single flex of energy darkened the lights and distorted the shadow enough to stretch it. From the void of the darkness, she levitated back into reality, soundless. Ebony cloak billowing around her petite form as she floated upwards. The hood of her cloak hid her face in a shroud of night, and as she levitated towards the sitting form, her words came without any hesitation. Emotionless, she said,

"Lord Blood summons you. He is located within the main office of his mansion here on Sojourn, north of this resort."

[Raphael Xandir]

Emre’s firm position on the balcony was wavered when he heard an unfamiliar voice behind him. She nearly knocked him off, what a fall that would have been. His dark brown eyes looked back at the figure standing there, she had made no sound upon approaching. But who was she? He had never seen this one before and he had been around quite some time.

“I will be there shortly,” Emre said, climbing off the balcony to shut the door to his room.

He knew why he was being summoned; it was almost inevitable. Raphael, his old companion, had left in a blaze of glory and it seemed Blood was now purging the mark his son had left upon the Sith. Kressara had already been imprisoned on Dromond Kaas and Fox had disappeared without a trace. Emre knew what this was about; it was his time to go.

Gathering his modest combat armor and twin crimson blades, Emre prepared for the worst. He wouldn’t go down without a fight though, he couldn’t fathom being in a prison. He would rather die then go there. Although he had done no wrong, he counted down the moments he had within this life; moments that were ever so fleeting.

After preparing himself, he stomped through the courtyard to Bloods mansion. Entering his office, Emre took a long pause to calm himself The door flung open to reveal a beast, tall and muscular. It was unnatural; perhaps Raphael was correct in fleeing when he did. Yet there was no fleeing for Emre, he would have to face this head on.

“Lord Blood? You summoned me?” he questioned, half wondering if it was truly him.

[Slade Xandir]

Having made it back to his business office within the mansion hours ago, he was sitting at the wood and stainless steel desk, his massive form terrifyingly in contrast with the grace and gentleman room he was sitting in. Nothing atop this moon mirrored who he was, anymore, and it was plainly obvious he was going to be leaving such a mentality behind. Hells, he might have already done such, but he was bringing the followers he had acquired with him on his ride to freedom and vicious salvation.

Slitted irises looked up at the tanned Warrior as he entered the office, deeply set within a thick skulled crown that had been adorned with two frightening curved obsidian horns. Covering him was a cape which held the true nightmare of what he was composed of, the scaled skin and orbalisks which fed off of the pain they caused him, the horrid muscles which flexed with anticipation of being used to rip, tear, shred, grind and massacre anything they could overpower. But opening that mouth, the unforgiving maw which had claimed the lives of 6 so far, fearsome teeth gleamed in the dim light of the study's bare light. Fangs winked every word the Dragon King rumbled in deep baritones to the company.


"It's been too long, Emre. And my patience has outlasted such time spent on us not bleeding fields, together...
What have you gotten yourself into?"

Blood stood, his 7 ft frame towering over the majority of things in the room, and most certainly the one known as Emre.

"Tell me you have atleast something that will will stop me from killing you."