Past Paradise, Future's Fortune [Kyr]

[Slade Xandir]

It had been so long since he had seen the Zabrak known as Kyramur. So long, indeed. Blood had been making moves which passed off as 'not-very-subtle', and he began to realize why Tormentous had never been able to enjoy the lovely offers of life- As a Sith's ruler, you simply couldn't. No one would hold a conversation with you, no one would avoid scuttling out of your way to evade whatever horror you inflicted across the entirety of the systems not too far from their own. Blood hadn't done such onslaught of moves for befalling terror. And the planets he visited knew nothing of his face. His iconic armor was not shunned by those who knew nothing of it, and it was simply intimidating armor. Dragon scaled and horned by protruding bone, radiating within the dark crevices an ominous scarlet. This man looked like a Sith from such dangerous armor, but who was to say he was? His Lightsabers hung under the flats of his forearms on a mounted mechanic which could be activated into release with a single flick of his wrists. Then blended into the armor, clipped into place with natural camouflage as they too were handle-crafted with the same scale and bone of the dragon he felled to make this armor. He was verily ready to clip his matching helmet to his head, but such a notion was skipped as he pushed it away. He wouldn't need it- there was no reason for it to be on, clouding his vision on this familiar and lovely planet.
Atch-Cho.

He had once met up with Kota on this beautiful place. It was an entire ache to travel to; an entire strenuous venture, to be frank. Last time he had come, it was on accident. It was simple pull of gravity through Unknown regions that led him to that planet, drifting as he did without a care then. He was told of it, threw himself in the direction of such, and off he went, then. But as for now, knowing where it was, he actively traveled there. He wanted to feel that expanse of loneliness, for a while. He wanted to taste that salted air the oceans provided for him, to feel the brilliance of the air through those locks of his, brushing up against a tanned face.
He enjoyed life just as much as he enjoyed taking it.

Blood believed it was time for him to indulge his not-so-friend friend in the same pleasure. Putting a fingertip to his holowatch, he scrolled through dark links until he found the single encrypted link he hadn't used since he had gotten it, or rather, since Slade had gotten it, all those moons ago from that bounty hunting excursion on Tattooine.

Clicking the 'K', he held down the name until the option for transfer came up, to which he clicked and scrolled through the options. Once 'location' arose, he clicked and held down the option until his coordinates had been shared through the secret link between the pair. If it was still a link belonging to Kyr, then he was given free coordinates, along with the ID of who sent them. If the link didn't belong to Kyr, then someone else would know where he was going to be.

Then he was more than likely going to need to put his helmet on.

[Kyramur Null]

Kyr checked the fittings on his armor as the pilot brought the ship down to land. His rifle was on his back, along with his vibro blade, and his pistols were at his hips, with knives slotted into his boots.

When meeting Slade, one was advised to be heavily armored.

The pilot touched down and reached back. Kyr put the credit chit in his hand. "You want me to wait for you?"

"Best not." Replied the Zabrak. "It's safer for you that way."

He exited the ship and stood across the platform.

His force abilities, undeveloped as they were, still felt him-the medi clorians could feel the dark power out there, and they hissed in his blood, reacting to it.

Kyr smiled tightly as an armored figure emerged. "It's been a long time."

[Slade Xandir]

Blood tasted that memory as it landed and disembarked from the shuttle. It was nothing a familiar hue of the very same aftermath that trailed behind both thunderstorms and blaster-massacres.
Tense, still, wired, and hiding behind thay one tripwire that was undeniably set to unleash it all.

That ticking bomb neared him, and in response, his own Force aura rose to just wrap itself around this Zabrak's own, just enough to feel like an embrace. Only just in a perceptible way. It held no comfort, but it also was blank of hostility. A greeting, one could say, from one Sith Lord, to the the Zabrak. Blood was simply glad he hadn't given into the whispers that were more or less screaming at him at this point to corrode Kyr's mind.

"It has been, Kyr; how's everything been on your end?"

Blood had no idea what had happened after that last time Slade had seen the red and black mass of muscle. Last they had ventured together, they were with Ordona, who was an entirely other case in her own right.

[Kyramur Null]

Kyr's skin bristled at the ghostly embrace.

"I am doing fairly. Blood and death, as is usual for men like us, but nothing outside of what is usual."

He eyed the Sith Lord.

"What is your reason for summoning me here? I do not mean to be rude, but one such as yourself rarely arranges a meeting like this without reason."

[Kyramur Null]

OOC: I am so sorry! But finals are ending within the next few weeks, and then back to posting!

[Slade Xandir]

[OOC] It's no prob bro. Keep at it. rather you get a good handle on life and get you an education, allowing you to get a good job and have enough money to pay for your internet and electricity, allowing for you to post comfortably, as opposed to slacking off and failing, then being poor and homeless and unable to do anything. :3[/OOC]


Blood took a deep breath, his heartbeat slowing as the oxygen refilled him.

"I've had nothing but time on my hands, as well. And I've come to learn it is from the success of being capable and more than able to handle the majority of what life throws at me. It's been both with and without pros and cons, but in the end, survivors are who herald glory."

Kyr was a survivor. Not by default, but by his way of being able to fight through grit and grime, to see another day. Another mission. Another sacrifice.

"I've remember tasting your aura so long ago, and I cherished it. It was brimming with energy, with potential. A delicacy only most Sith have come to relish if they were branded lucky enough to have the gift of it."

Valkyr climbed from atop one of the cliff faces, in her arms nuzzled a basket filled with eggs. "26 eggs have been successfully acquired, Alpha X, the multifunctional Cathar cyborg vocalized to Blood. He confirmed it with a nod, as she held them and waited for her next directive.

"I extend to you an offer, Kyr. An offer to use what you harbor within you, in the way it was meant to be. I offer you," his baritones continued.

"An option to join the Sith."