The Belly of the Beast (Sith, Ask)

[Professor Mors]

***Northern Temple Complex, Yavin 4, Grid Coordinates P-6***

***Shortly after the events of Time to Kill***

Having concluded her 'interview', Sa'ato had been true to his word in every respect. Now, after travelling together for the span of three days, the Neti had at last slipped through the various Imperial patrols, and now began to break atmosphere over Yavin IV, on the western edge of the Sith heartland. A verdant maze of jungle canopies shimmered up at Sasha through the cockpit viewport, until the professor engaged the landing sequence, and brought his ship to rest in front of a colossal stone structure. "Of the great Massassi temples of old, this is by far the largest and most extensively used", Sa'ato explained as he gestured for his young passenger to disembark.

As the duo approached the temple complex, the Neti glanced about, half-expecting to catch a stray cultist waiting for his return. There were none to be found– so much the better, that likely meant they were caught up tending to their various assignments. That did pose a small, immediate problem, one which Sa'ato would have to remedy himself. "Hold out your right arm", he commanded, stopping in place and waiting for Sasha's compliance. Willing or otherwise, the professor quickly set to work 'splitting' one of his root-like fingers in two, snapping it clean off his hand as if it were nothing.

The oaken tendril flailed for a moment, before the academic flicked it onto Sasha's wrist, where it quickly roped over her flesh and solidified into a sort of gnarled bracelet. "That carries a sliver of my essence– any acolytes or staff you might encounter will known that I have given it freely and that you are under my protection", he explained in an even tone, "Feel free to explore the training halls, the arena, the mess, and so forth. I will make my report meanwhile, and prepare your accommodation". With that, the Neti inclined his head courteously, and sped off down one of the shadowy, expansive corridors, and leaving Sasha by her lonesome…

[Sasha Horizon]

The temple structure was more than she could fathom. Sasha had heard tales of the old world so to speak but this was extraordinary. She didn’t think she would have the opportunity to train here, although down deep she knew it was inevitable she would be here.

Sasha was more of an introvert, so the mess hall would be the first place she chose to visit. There were only two places that appealed to her; the library and of course the training and the arena. Well that’s three she thought to herself.

The Assassin was half expecting her flesh around the bracelet to mould into her skin scorching the surface. It was quite the opposite the essence in turn imbedded into something else she couldn’t explain, except to her understanding it was the force. One of many questions she had for the professor.

The assassin was intrigued what she might find in the library that would never be found in any of the other ones stretched out through out the galaxy. The arena and the training area she had guessed would be similar, except the arena would be fought in more of a competitive array.

At least over the trek through hyperspace she was able to freshen up and have a change of clothes of her own choosing. There wasn’t much to choose from, actually there was only one choice. A jet black robe along with a tunic with shorts and nylons and something she really liked. Knee high stiletto boots. A good weapon if it came down to it. Perhaps the professor read her mind she rather liked shorts and something underneath. Adoring two daggers strapped to each thigh, of course her vibro swords were placed comfortably at each hip.

Before she had visited any of these she wanted to learn the lay of the land exploring the hallways and the crevasse within. She had no doubt this place was filled with deep, dark secrets waiting to be found.

[Kressara Thryn]

“I’ve had better breakfast during a Dromund Kaas prison riot…” Kressara twirled her fork in the suspiciously viscous paste spread out over a cold plate. She pushed it this way and that, examining small indeterminable chunks occasionally revealed through the motion. “On god, it’s bantha barf.” Scoffing, she picked up the dish and walked it to the nearest trash bin where she tossed the bland slop plate and all. Hands slipped into her skirt pockets, warming them against the chill of the ancient temple interior (even though she walked around the place barefoot half the time) as she wandered from the dreaded mess hall. Mess was an apt name for that hall. It was all they knew how to serve.

Dressed out of traditional sith attire, more like a Twi’lek belly dancer than a sith human with a flowing floor length skirt adorned in gold belted chains, bangles on her wrists and ankles to match. Her tank was cropped and decorated with black feathers, showing off a torso covered in old and fresh scars while the rest of her was purposefully treated to erase any battle marks. After all, keeping too many identifying marks would make it easier to ID her with the ridiculous wrap sheet of crimes to her name. Seemed counterproductive though when you realize she was perpetually glittering and thus, quite recognizable. Hair, eyes, nail beds, lips, teeth, tongue, inner nostrils, skin shimmering whenever she sweats. The trademark of a long term abuser on the drug “glitterstim”. This woman looked like she took a quick jog through a glitter factory before turning up in the temple.

Happy to get as far from the smell of unfortunate gruel as she could, Kressara padded out into the corridor and skipped towards a flight of stairs, hopping down two steps at a time. Bouncing to a halt at the bottom, citrine hazels peered up from her jingling steps to spot a stranger in their midst. A smile widened red painted lips. The pale silken blonde oddball twinkled and clinked her way towards the newcomer, lengthy strands pulled up into a bun just barely kept together by a single hairstick. Kressara chirped a quick, “You’re new~!” at Sasha. Glancing down, one snowy blonde brow lifted into an approving look. “Nice boots.”

The compliment was strangely genuine, given the reputation of sith acolytes. Keen shimmering golden eyes spied a familiar wood around the stranger’s wrist. “Nifty bracelet too. Let me guess, the professor?”

[Sasha Horizon]

Talking or even associating in public wasn’t one of her strong suits. To be completely honest she didn’t like people at all really, they were either a person of interest or to gather information from. Sash didn’t move a muscle but from her aura from the dark side Sash was starting to look at situations differently.

It started with the the branding of the bracelet, she believed the professor’s essence was embedded in her allowing her to see through different eyes. Any other time her actions would have been rash causing many problems.

This time she anyalzyed her movements, her demeanour. Her only conclusion was she more than she seemed; and she complimented her boots, or she could have removed both six inch heels for a penetrative weapon.

“ If you know anyone in need of a Lobotomy, I could be of service. Personally they are very comfortable”The assassin snickered.

Her fingertips traced the bracelet, feeling the essence resound through her.

“But you already knew before you asked or I would be dead” she snickered.