SithLore

Ch'hodos
Outer Rim

The wind blew sand into the red sky, illuminated by the vermillion star the rocky planet orbited. A small waver of light breached over the terrain, moving at a surprising speed over what had once been a Sith fortress, but had grown to become more of a city in the centuries that followed Naga Sadow's dominion. The radiation detectors screamed a warning at the pilot and her droid as it descended toward it's desired landing point. A dark cavernous maw, that hid the now decloaking ship from view. The vessel was a spherical affair, with three ridges forming a tri-tip profile. A TIE Phantom, no marking signifying that it was not in commission as an Imperial vessel, however.

From the depths of the ship, a lithe figure slipped out, wearing blood red armor, a deep black cloak covered her form. A helmet graced her head for a change, research had told her that the wildlife had mutated due to the sun's increased radiation output, and while most could survive for a while under its intense gaze, Desade Pho, best known among those Imperials privy of the knowledge of her existence, knew as Agent Silence. She was more partial to Lady Silence, however. She descended from the rocky slopes, and made her way down toward the fortifications. Her droid, a spindly, spider-like humanoid, walked alongside her.

They walked in silence, for she wasn't here on any order of Imperial business. Though she had learned there was an Imperial here on this planet, somewhere. He was a traitor, dealing in information and bodies, to the Sith. How many people had been brought here against their will, only to be sold for a few measly credits? Apparently he had been found out, however, and he put up a fight before escaping. She wasn't supposed to know. But Admiral Del Rannos was here now, trying to get his ship repaired. Most importantly, there was another agent nearby trying to get to him. Both men knew the other, Silence knew. And most importantly, both men knew Grand Moff Emerson Tarley.

Her yellow eyes burned beneath her dark visor. She wanted to go after Tarley now, she knew how to, she knew where to get him. But she didn't want to just kill him, she wanted to destroy everything he had ever worked for. She wanted his trusted colleagues to turn on him, tear him apart politically, break down his family, leave their bodies for him to find, have the Empire issue a warrant for his arrest... have him dishonored, broken. Then she'd allow him to die, slowly and in agony. But first, the proof she needed.. and two such forms of proof, were here, on this rock.

She'd burn the entire planet to ash if it meant getting her answers.

His business here was finished. He had sent several 'Acolytes' and 'Worthy Initiates' to this 'desolate' planet to uncover the truth of the several scattered uprisings on this planet. The behemoth of what once was pure man stood from his knelt position, and he dropped the weapons of the wasted and destroyed clan of Utapaun.

"There are no longer any detectable lifeforms within a 50 mile radius, Alpha X," Valkyr spoke defaultly though her vocal processor in his ear.

Wiping the drying blood and snippets of grey flesh from the front of a crimsoned maw, the Sith Lord replied. "I feel it, Valkyr," he growled his baritones simmering the already humid air with a shimmer of heated steam. "But further away, something, or someone else lives...and they are no friend." It was a cloying scent, a perfume he hadn't encountered yet in his time alive, and searching swiftly through the remnants of a tired Slade's memory, nothing of the sort was found there, either. This was a different thread of the webs he was used to.

He contemplated attempting to fly his way over there, but his wings hadn't finished carving themselves from him, yet. Even attempting to twitch the near cocoonized things resulted in an uncomfortable twinge of pain. The Orbalisks in turn responded, the dark shiver of living and obsidian shelled parasites over the entirety of his body returning the Dark Side's favor with voracious appetite. In the sudden plight of suffering, he dropped the last weapons he had accumulated from the decaying corpses, the detonator and ion lying in the smothering sands.

Infuriated at something so sudden and agonizing, he snarled at nothing in particular, snatching up his sabers, and gripped the hooked dragonbone hilts with a severity that almost promised to snap both hilts in two. His rationale keyed in, and with a trio of deep breaths, he was relaxed again by the third out. The cinders in his chest simmered to a less emblazoned degree. Atop that bright crevice where his breastbone would be, the a dark jewel eclipsed the cinderous heart space. His amulet which existed as a commune between his own potency and the direct link to the Dark Side. Slipping both sabers into his golden bracer's holsters, he walked against the prevalent winds of the planet, both front and back extended void hued loincloths billowing in the turbulence.

He needed to find this person or thing, and figure out whether they would be his next meal or his next acquisition.

The Dark Side was strong on this planet after all it had endured, but she could feel a myriad of other senses. Senses that gave her such a rush! She came to the edge of a wall, she was moving quickly, as she sprang up, practically running up the vertical surface until gravity began to pull her back, her hands shooting out to grab the top of the wall, and with athletic muscles she pulled herself up, and over, landing in the small courtyard. She landed with a soft crunch, tucking into a ball, and rolling back to her feet, a thin object lifting up in her hand as she activated the double blades of her weapon. Angry red energy exploding violently out of both ends of the shaft, comprised of metal and bone.

The angry red, vibrating light cast shadows over the surprised figure there as her yellow eyes narrowed, staring at him. The figure was clad in black, a green visor glowed dimly at her, but she could feel the sudden spike of fear. She fed upon it, savored it.

"Agent Fiero," she purred, the man straightened. He had a covert name, one he had gone to great lengths to use on this mission. The fact she knew spelled certain disaster. He lifted his weapon, as another figure landed on him, driving him to the ground, spiked blades poised to strike, the spider like Belfor was primed to kill. "Now now, there's no need for such struggle, just tell me what you know of Emerson Tarley," the seductive woman said as she moved to stand over the downed man, Belfor snapped one of his arms up to snap the helmet from his head, and paused. He released the man, but Desade was over him.

"Concern: I cannot harm this man, Mistress Silence, he is an Imperial agent, same as you," the droid said. She kicked the man in the side, forcing him to roll over, then placed her foot on his chest, weapon at his throat.

"That is alright my dear Fear, I'll deal with him, go locate and prepare my entry at Del Rannos's," she added. The droid bowed his head and scampered off.

"You're an agent too, we want the same thing--" Fiero began, but Desade's burning gaze fell upon him and he silenced real fast.

"Are you certain of this? You want to tear apart Tarley's operation? You want to help me murder a Grand Moff after he's lost everything?" she asked. Fiero balked at that.

"Why? He'd give you a lot of credits to keep his mouth shut," Fiero said. Desade smiled, a wicked little thing.

"Would he pay the girl he spent a lot of credits to bring in? Killing her mother, her father, and later the man she loved? A bounty hunter who was to bring her to him, but instead, fell in love with her and freed her?" the man's face grew paler and paler.

"You're the Night Sister youngling," Fiero managed, fear palpable in his words.

"Not so young any more, my sisters are all dead," Desade added, and her blade spun suddenly in her hands. She dropped beside him to cover his mouth to keep his screaming low, as his arm separated at the shoulder, and fell away. Blood began to pool beneath him as he thrashed about, "No no, shh, be good child, I will kill you quickly if you give me the information I need... Where are Tarley's assets?" she asked. She released his mouth as he groaned out in pain.

"He has covert operations all over, most of them outer rim, Del Rannos raided one of them, I was here to kill him because he had too much info and Tarley wanted his property back," yellow eyes flashed, and so did her blade. She stood as his head rolled from his shoulders.

"Thank you, I'll be sure to ask the Admiral more," she said, leaving the man's body there, her weapon deactivating, as she moved inside the repair station.

The nare's he held within the Force were immediately assaulted with the scent of a life lost amongst the planet which held much. As a pin prick against mortal flesh, a drop of blood welled. A wash of tide over a beach's face, a grain was pulled into the blue abyss. A watery grave that faded onto the Void, a place he was given the sight of, the breath of, the feel of. He was brought into existence, a squirming maggot that was given time and place, food and shelter, until the host he was born in was too weak to fight against his whispers, his whims. Eventually, he was broken free of the shell, and made dominant of this body, and given the life he deserved, a place in the realm he was owed. Krynn had given him this oppertunity, and he would not let it waste away. Whoever added voices to the Void would be met.

Miles had gone through his steps as he was striding through the world. It wasn't easy by foot, but he cared little for the time, only the mark his mind had set for him to meet. The goal was ahead, and his trunk-girthed legs moved to make it so. He continued, and walked on for the eternity, Valkyr in tow, as he just past that 50 mile mark, sun brought low in the night. The only things alight in the fixture of this world were the brimstone cinders of life in his fiery scaled chest, and the gleams of both his eyes and Valkyrs, beams of red and beams of gold burning through the passive night. Utilyzing what he could to make this mark feel even closer to him, his mind harnessed it's potential, and made itself one with the surroundings, searching, seeking that cold pool of Nothing. Many surrounded him, as the blanket of moonlight cast many lagoons of Nothing around, but in the direction he sought, there lay one, two, ahead of him. And with that intake of focus, the moon behind him, he began to distort. His body began to sink into the sands with every taken step, and he pushed harder against the veil of reality. Beneath him, every step taken was one gained in the Walk of passage into the Shadow Realm. He felt the difference with a mind that ultimately knew the differences by heart, by instinct at this point, and the Nightmare pursued those differences, shoving himself further and further into the underworld of darkness. It was not long before with a forward dive into the remaining shadow before him, was he gone from view, sand left undisturbed other than a few yards back. Valkyr, connected with him through technology and implant, could follow him as though he walked beside her, as he was, but was not.

Miles ahead he saw the beam of light, the plain and flat view of the overworld, this bright beacon in the direct path of where he wanted to be. Everything in the world of shadow was distorted, and it was only logic that was illogical here. As the hole that was miles ahead of time above him was now just above him. In this Nothing he walked, but into the world of Everything, he crawled out of. Throwing his weight up, he first brought his arms above the rim of the Shadow's edge, and hoisted himself out of the darkness, crawling from out of the cesspool of inky black which attempted to cling to him in it's tar-like embrace. In the end, the Dragon King was free of the Void, and was joined by Valkyr after her sprint reconnected the two's locations. There they were...

Right...There.