Arrival

[Cora Leera]

Cora looked at the other one, Blood. What he said crept under her skin, but what he said was true. She understood it. Her eyes drifted to his hands, he seemed to be...she didn't know. Angry? He didn't sound like it? She didn't know, for she wasn't one to look at someone and know what they were feeling. Moving her attention from Blood to Dastan she listened to his words, looking at the ground. On the inside she was trying her best to keep her cool. she was really close to just yelling at these two. Cora looked at Dastan again to see an offering hand. She was about to take it, but instead she helped herself. Crossing her arms, and listening closely to his words. She know she would indeed do anything to help her self, being independent in that family was the only way to survive but, it wasn't her first nature to not depend on anyone but herself. It took time to learn that and she never really did, Cora is still learning, but, this was a new opportunity. She would do anything to become stronger.

Now here in front of these people, not knowing what to say she just gave a nod. A simple nod, moving her crossed arms to her side. That was the only way she really knew how to respond, without sounding stupid. That wasn't the only thing in her mind however, the biggest thing on her mind was, what was she getting herself into?

[Dastan Imatari]

"Good." His voice rasped. Dastan looked over to Blood. "The Order grows again. " sounding pleased with himself. Looking over to Cora again,

"Then welcome to the first day of the rest of your life. This will be a new awakening for you. Come with me, and we can get you settled in and get started on your future." The girl was young. Had a lot to learn- but as all force sensitives, also had a lot of potential. All people start somewhere- and this would be her beginning.

"We'll have plenty of time for questions on the way to my ship-" he looked directly to Cora's eyes, "but don't ask them." he turned slightly, setting his body to walk toward the direction of his ship. "We'll have plenty of time for questions later. For now, is there anything you need[/]i before we leave this place?"
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If so, he'd offer to wait- or go with her while she gathered what she needed. Otherwise he'd confidently lead her on through the darkened streets. corner after corner until reaching a landing pad where his flat, rounded ship was- in dark gunmetals, blacks, and red accents. The Merciless stamped near the loading ramp on the underside. His YT-2000- A light freighter like many others, but armed with turrets and missile tubes, and carrying a few customizations befitting a Sith aesthetic. It served as a mobile base of operations, as well as a transport, and snubfighter when needed. Though Dastan's real point of operations was on the planet Roon, far from here. Nestled at the edge of a mountainside- well defensible, and easily missed or forgotten...

He'd stop her before hitting the button for the ramp to hiss open and slide to the floor.

[Slade Xandir]

Blood watched as another was sucked into the insanity clutch of what was Sith, the grasp tightening on the woman until had it her captive and refused to release. Dastan had this one, and with the cant of a regal crown, he acknowledged the victory of the fellow Sith Lord. Blood himself was simply glad she came without much of an irritating fight or proved to be an irritant, herself. Indeed the Order grew...but the use of venom was not it's quantity; it was it's potency. She would prove whether she was worth the wasted air or not through trials and errors, just as he did, and as every other Sith has.

Taking a step away from the finishing pair, he nodded his final farewell to Dastan and his new charge, and walked in another direction, the direction to the bay where his ship was docked. And with no time to lose, the Sith Lord boarded and left this planet to rest.

[Cora Leera]

Cora looked at Dastan, she wondered what she just agreed to. The feeling in her gut, told her that she should agree to this. It felt right, in its own weird way? She felt eyes on her, she met them. He asked not for her to ask questions. That would be easy, sure she had all these questions she wanted answered but, she didn't want to speak. Not now at least.

When he asked if there was anything she needed, she hesitated. From her home, she brought nothing much. She wanted to start over. New everything. All she brought were some photos and currency(which was mostly gone). Would it be wrong just to leave it? She doesn't need it. Cora did want to go grab her bag just for the bag but, she already felt like a nuisance and it wasn't really worth just grabbing a bag given to her on her birthday. Anything from her family she destroyed, so the bag would go sooner or later.
She looked at the other Sith and then back to Dastan. Cora gave a slow shake of her head. Screw it.

[Dastan Imatari]

"Good." He spoke succinctly.

"You will be a fine addition to the ranks of the Order. Come with me- and we can get a little better acquainted." He knew it could be hard, just walking away from your life. Terrifying, at the same time freeing. That was how he was approached years ago, himself. Taunted with the promise of power, and knowledge. He was ambitious- and didn't have strong enough ties to his background life- so he left everything behind in pursuit of bettering himself.

He would lead her quickly through the streets, until it opened up to a darkly lit landing pad- with a single YT-2000 ship sitting idle, ramp already down- inviting them to re-enter. It was a round, flat looking ship in dark gunmetal colors with black and red accents- and 'The Merciless' scrawled as it's namesake.

"Welcome to my ship. My home away from home." He smirked to the girl. "It acts as a bit of a mobile office, training facility, and transport... or- if it needs to be- a fighting craft." He added quickly.

They walked under the ship for a few steps until they reached the ramp that lead into the ship's belly. Dastan lifted his hand in gesture that she walk in before him. Once walking up the ramp, the opening would lead to a rounded hallway. To the left bend, which was where Dastan would lead Cora- lead to a door on the right side, which slip open as they came close. Inside looked like a crew locker room.

"Go ahead and take an open locker for yourself." He nodded. "If you have anything you don't want to carry- feel free to drop it here now, or in the future." He gestured to a single locker with a thin green 'light' in the top-center of it's door- notifying that it was unlocked. There were several other lockers in the line, but all were locked.

"Take a minute if you'd like." There was also a mirror and sink on the side wall. "But we'll begin your training pretty much immediately when you're done. Nothing difficult first. But something to acclimate you a bit to your future." honeyed words from a demon.

[Slade Xandir]

Mercy was enjoying plate of spiced mynock wings, pulling meat from bone with satisfying chews and finger licking goodness. She couldn't help how delicious these were- so good, she almost hugged the chef-borg R-D. It was after she got to her second-to-last wing that she heard the door to the ship rise, air pressure hissing as the YT welcomed it's owner back on board. But she heard another set of footsteps, and immediately froze in mid-chew.

"or- if it needs to be- a fighting craft."

Had this guy just taken in another stray? Narrowing her eyes, she pulled the bone out of her mouth, and scanned the ship with a minute flash of Force, just trying to find who else was here. Apparently some girl, full of some new vibe, and something near confused anger, some kinda something was swirling in the heart of this girl. Mercy was puzzled.

But duty called. Standing and tossing the last of her meal into the compactor, Dastan's first Apprentice walked out of the kitchenette and went to see what all the commotion was about. Making it into the clearing, the beauty made through the hallways with swift footwork as she came to the entrance of the ship. It was there she noticed the grungy girl, lips torn from incessant biting, hair astray in an unkempt manner, a rag tag appearance. A troubled appearance.

Arms crossed over her chest, she said nothing. All she did was up-down the girl and wait for the newcomer to speak. If Dastan picked her, she obviously was worth something, right?