A Beginning Shrouded

With Korriban, the ancient home world of the Sith, destroyed, the Sith Order have retreated to the sanctuary of the frozen realm of Zoist.
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A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Fri Jul 12, 2019 10:09 pm

The Firespray-31 Patrol Craft designated as the Jai-Galaar speared through the upper atmosphere of Tibrin leaving behind it long contrails from its stabilizers. Rumbling engines screamed with power as they fought against the planet’s gravitational pull - yet the Firespray continued to climb and climb, fighting through the turbulence until finally breaking free of the upper atmosphere and relinquishing the grasp of the planet unto the void of space. All at once the vibrations and rough flight pattern ceased and even the engines soothed into a more somber tone for the ease of their flight had begun within the vacuum where there was no opposing forces at work.

Jacobi had just finished communications with the ship’s AI within the cockpit and the vessel veered to the northeastern galactic plane, a countdown popped up and minimized its profile on his HUD - 2 minutes until they were to make the jump. Checking the scanners he viewed that there were no pursuing craft - this left him with nothing more to accomplish save for getting the blonde girl to the Gordian Reach in one piece.

He got up from the control panel and moved to the armory where he paused. As of yet none of the Sith save for Warvanus knew of his identity as Jacobi Wylcott. As far as the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Blood, knew - Tormentous was either dead or locked in some untouchable Jedi prison.

This was not the case of course as Tormentous had been freed on Jakelia within the Mandalorian Sector and that was where he started piecing himself back together after his betrayal at the hands of Blood. He no longer wielded the Force - though this was thought at least to be a temporary affect of the Wall of Light. But until the moment where he could once again fully utilize its power he had to lay low which was not his style. He had to keep fighting, to hone his skills and recover his reputation as one of the deadliest warriors on the face of the galaxy. In doing so he needed access to missions of worth and danger alike while at the same time access to Blood until the time was right to unleash his own betrayal to reclaim the Throne and dash Blood on the stones below his feet.

As such Tormentous had laid his name low and taken up his true name - one that no one left alive knew save for a precious handful - Jacobi Wylcott. Disguised as Jacobi and utilizing his Mandalorian origins he could accomplish his goals and bide his time.

But now he had to an issue. Once his helmet was off there would be few that could mistake Tormentous’ well known face. Bald head, a permanent face mask covering the lower portion of his face, and a lengthy scar running across his right eye which itself was blinded by an Echani Battlemaster - it was now white and promised his rage to those it gazed upon. That said, his visage could not be hidden forever to those he worked closely with. Those being Warvanus and now Mercy.

Warvanus was no longer an issue - loyalty was known and he would not turn Tormentous over to Blood. Mercy however was an unknown. He needed to learn whether he could trust the wild woman or if he needed to kill her and toss her out the airlock.

The time continued to tick down until the Firespray made the jump. Now in hyperspace, they were as safe from the Jedi and Alliance as they could be. With nothing else left to him, he reached up and lifted the helmet from his face and revealed the truth of his greatest secret. One eye of green and the other of pale milky white now stared at Mercy, he spoke nothing, the next move was hers.

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Re: A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Slade Xandir » Sat Jul 13, 2019 4:01 am

Coming back from checking on the chick, she had gone over a brief check to make sure she hadn’t been brain washed, had any leech detectors on her, or anything else sneaky Jedi Masters, Grand ones at that, could have smacked on her before she could grab the girl and get away. Finding herself all clear, she decided to pull off the majority of the weapons, save for her dual sabers, and toss em in the cleaner basket for maintenance. The net rifle thudded almost loudly, and to counteract it, back to the Mandalorian, she actually chose to compliment him. “Not too bad. You managed to avoid being skewered and gave me an opening to snatch the goal.” In the process of tucking her hair behind her ear, somewhat revealing the second half of her usually hidden face, hazels turned with gaze to address her partner-

And her heart stopped.
The air froze.
Time itself seemed to fall away, as the target Dastan had told her to keep an eye on ended up being the number one most wanted frakkin soul in all of the universe, moreso dead than alive. But wasn’t he dead? He couldn’t have been alive- Blood had footage, and he had said-

Her hands were on her sabers before she even gave a mind to what she was doing. But her adrenaline was spent- the mission wasn’t too much, but she could have easily been killed by either the Jedi guy-
Or even the man before her, that familiar face, pallid skin, that damned eye that was blind but somehow saw everything. She remembered that eye, both of them, roving over her body while she had been there under observation and induction into the Red Cauldron with Fox...how Fox hadn’t been chosen, but she had. She had not the slightest clue what she had been useful for then-
I could kill him; I could kill him and bring the bounty in. I could be rich, and then Dastan would recognize I’m worth so much more...’ the Dark Side called to her in her own voice. Thumbs slid over the activation buttons, but it was clear she was struggling with this decision. Because even in her wrathful insides, she knew by simple discipline that this would not end well for her. Mercy recognized majesty where it stood, and while Tormentous wasn’t her Master, he was A Master. He could have slain her on the field, or even in his throne room all those moons ago-

Instead, he silently revealed himself to her. He watched her, and though her Force could not pick up on the devastating aura that was once his, she could tell this situation was much deeper that a simple snatch-and-grab mission. And likely, Dastan didn’t know Tormentous even still breathed.

Hell, who did?

Pulling her hands from her thighband holsters, she tried to calm her mind enough to think of a rational question in this situation. To just assault him with interrogation on all of this, on why Blood was ruling and not him. Who the hell Silas was and how he came to vanish so fast. On how he could best 2 opponents at once but his identity had to be hidden. On why he had chosen to keep her alive, to even show himself to her. Any clever soul could put all of these pieces of story together, to see he needed allies, to see that his cover and guard had to remain up, that this was simply an invitation to join him, to reclaim not only his power, but who he was as a Dark Lord.
But she was merely a confused little killer, stuck in the motions of following orders. She was to keep an eye on him, to report to Dastan what intel she could gather from this situation-

But just as Tormentous was, she too stayed silent. Eyeing him back with just as much wariness as a feral cat to a stranger with a small niblette of food in palm, she did not take the food, but she did not hiss, nor strike at the hand.
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Re: A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Kita_Ikari » Sat Jul 13, 2019 10:03 am

Kita begun to wake up shortly after the women had left from her inspection. Slowly opening her eyes, she found her sight unfocused. Closing them, she groaned. Her head pounded heavily as if someone in that moment was hammering her in the skull repeatedly. Blonde hair disheveled, covered in sand and other debris, she knew she must of looked like crap. Still...it could of been worse.

Still groggy, Kita absentmindedly attempted to move her hand to her head despite her arms stinging from the splinters of wood that had embedded her skin after the dock was destroyed upon the shoreline. But she quickly found herself to be immobile. Panic suddenly overcame her. Blue eyes snapping open, she looked down with currently double vision noticing her ankles and wrists next to her sides were bound by metal cuffs, suspended in midair within a containment field. "Really?"

Unsure exactly why she was currently being held prisoner of some sort, she closed her eyes with an irritated sigh trying to remember the last thing she saw before losing consciousness. She remembered being struck by something intensely painful...and then...darkness. She had no idea who had hit her exactly. The whole shoreline was in a state of chaos that her mind was just focusing on the moment, not paying much attention to detail. Besides the 2 who had come from the ship, she mainly remembered seeing a sith pulling out his saber before blacking out.

Realization dawning on her, she hadn't the slightest idea who had taken her aboard this ship, or know what they were planning to do with her. Obviously if they wanted her dead, they could of done it easily now or on Tibrin within seconds of appearing in sight from their aircraft. But, they hadn't. Many questions came to mind. Why was she taken? Where was she going? And when was she gonna be able to return home? 

Recalling home, her father was sure to worry when he realized she hadn't returned before nightfall. Kita knew he had a hard time after her mother passed from illness. If Kita hadn't been around for him to care for, he surely would have lost the will to keep living. And if she didn't return home today...No! Shaking her head, she tried to remain calm. Panicking was only gonna make the situation worse for her mentally. 

As the grogginess cleared, she opened her eyes once again. Noticing her sight had finally returned to normal, she looked around the room of the ship before resting upon the two figures standing ahead of her. Studying them both, she couldn't quite make out their facial features as they were mostly turned away from her. Only that the man was bald and the female had dark brown hair. Feeling a sense of tension from the Female as she stared on silently at her companion, Kita figured she should probably break the silence while having the opportunity to speak...

"HEY! Mind telling me where your taking me and why?" She asked curiously. Blunt, and to the point. Seeing as how she had been having a bad day, she felt a bit in a mood for sarcastic comments, but thought better of it. Now was not the time to try and patronize her captors, especially while vulnerable.
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Re: A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Jacobi Wylcott » Mon Jul 15, 2019 11:09 pm

He simply nodded once her hands withdrew from her weapons. There was no fight to be had - at least for now. So it seemed that Mercy was willing to listen first before taking action - a rare trait in a Sith Warrior. Not only that it meant she could think for herself and that was key. Or perhaps this was not so telling of how intelligent she was but it was a throwback to the moment Tormentous accepted her and not the other whelp so long ago. Whatever her reasoning, he now had a window with which to entangle her into this web of deceit and betrayal.

However they would not yet have their moment. A shrill voice coming from behind them echoed through the ship and she was angry. Jacobi donned his helmet once more - no need to let the little pest get a good look at him when there was no advantage to it. There would be a time for that - either when he was gutting her in betrayal or once she knew who he really was and was willing to follow his devious plot until death. Pressing passed Mercy he moved before the containment field, picking up a shock rod along the way. Without even so much as pausing to explain what was happening he activated the rod - purple lighting crackled at the haft and he used it like a bat, swinging hard with one arm and slamming it into the girl’s stomach.

“Shut it, you little scab!” His metallic muffled voice from the helmet vocalizer spat at her. “When I want to hear your voice, I’ll say so.” Deactivating the rod he tossed it back down and looked her up and down. “Your training begins now - day 0. Whatever life you thought you had is over. You’re not the little girl on some frakking forsaken island crap hole anymore - you are to be an assassin under the prevue of the Dark Lord of the Sith himself.” He turned away and walked several feet.

“Force Adepts are rare in this galaxy. When they are found they are a commodity that is precious. To the Jedi the Adept is their future and they would take any they find whether they are strong or not and in some manner they would enlist them into their Coalition.” He turned around and looked at her through the visor of his helmet, “The Sith would expend a hundred normal soldiers just to gain one potential Adept. You - my dear - just happen to be an Adept whether you realize it or not, it has been seen and as such you were targeted for a hefty price which I’ll be collecting once we get back to the Gordian Reach.” The tone coming from his helmet fell to something sinister and downright menacing - it was warning and it was absolute. “And don’t get some illusion that you have a choice in this. Willingly or not you will serve the Dark Lord, once the Taskmasters are done with you - you will hardly remember who you were and what you will remember - you’ll hate.” Another step he took forward, “Just remember this - if you ever get the stupid idea to sacrifice yourself in some noble action rather than serving your lot here, or if you escape somehow - then the Dark Lord will give me a call and I’ll be hired to go pay your little family a visit - and while I’m at it, just to nail the point home, that entire shanty town island you came from too - I’ll burn it to the ground, skin every one there and nail their scalps to your father’s corpse. Then I’ll hunt you to the end of this galaxy unto the next until I find you and drag you screaming right back to the Reach. Understand this well sweetie, your last moment of freedom died when that Jedi back there failed to save you - from this point on - you’re nothing but a slave.”

All that and Kita hadn’t done anything but bluntly speak. Her beating would have by far been more severe had she shown more backbone. But then again backbone is what would keep her alive in the coming days. Silently he watched her facial expressions and minute body language - temporarily without the Force he couldn’t feel her sensations as he’d have liked too, in its place he needed to remember and cultivate his outlook on the humanoid form. He was interested in this girl - not that she was an attractive one but it was her spirit he sought. Was she a fighter? Was she among those who would be worthy? Or was this just a waste of time?

Jacobi had from this point until the moment they dropped her in front of Blood to decide whether he’d give her to the Dark Lord or not. If she was capable, the talented sort, a potential of worth - then he would have the thought to keep her in the darkness and report to Blood that she had been killed during the operation only to secretly train her into a weapon for the inevitable betrayal of Blood. If she was worthless or too single minded then it would be no loss to hand her over just to kill her off later at his convenience. Or perhaps he’d just turn her over anyways and see what happened. At this time there were too many variables to go through and too many open ended routes with which to proceed.

Indeed - the Dark Side of the Force was at work here and it would be interesting to see how things would turn out in the end.

Noticing his chrono read there was forty eight hours until they reached their destination he acknowledged her once more, his tone of menace was gone and now he was neutral. “If you’ve got something to say then say it girl. Your time is running out.”

He glanced slightly back to Mercy and eyed her, he needed words with this one. She may have stayed her hand but this was not over, not by a long shot.

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Re: A Beginning Shrouded

Post by Kita_Ikari » Thu Jul 18, 2019 10:54 pm

Watching as the man put back on his helmet, Kita grew a bit unnerved as he grabbed a nearby weapon. Save for a few, she didn't know too much about weaponry. Since Tibrin was mostly a relaxed peaceful planet, their wasn't much action to be seen, much less heard. However, surely now word must've gotten around about the battle that happened among Tibrin's shore. And since everyone in her village was friendly among each other, news traveled fast. Surely her dad would hear of her kidnapping if not now...then later.

With Jacobi heading towards her, her blue eyes grew wide in fear as the electro staff in hand was activated. "Agh!" As the staff made a forceful impact, she found herself unable to speak from the pain rushing through her body. Being shocked once today wasn't enough it seemed. Kita had wanted answers…not a beat down. She was pretty stubborn and curious about things, which...was a good and problematic trait on her part. An example of that was now. Sometimes her curiosity got her into trouble. As for her stubbornness, well that tended to make her incapable of backing down from anything thrown at her. One thing Kita wasn't...was a quitter. And with a natural competitive spirit, she would fight anyone in her way. 

Hearing that she was to be trained as an Assassin, and by the Dark Lord himself, that was almost hard for her to believe. She didn't think she was of importance to be taken by the galaxy's most feared enemy. And like Jacobi said, knowing or not, she truly didn't have any idea she had a connection with the force until that moment. To her any signs she shown of it in the past, it was something just second nature. Watching intently as he moved about the room, his reading of her was irritably spot on. Kita would of either attempted escape or gone about and ended her own life. However, those ideas left her mind as he threatened everyone's life upon her home planet. Being someone who considered all their options when making decisions...it would of been wrong...no...selfish of herself to put others lives at risk before her own just for her own freedom. 

As Jacobi finished his explanation, she wanted to kick him if she had been able to move about. Slave… That word was so degrading. She glared at him defiantly. If he was thinking she would bend so easily to the thought of being someone's slave, he had another thing coming. Sure. Kita might of been in their control for now and didn't have much choice at this point, but she wasn't gonna make it easy on them turning her into their puppet while they had her. 

She shook her head in response. So far she had all her questions answered. Kita knew if this conversation continued, she would be tempted to say something in order to goad him on. It was a struggle for her not to be a total smartass in response. Even when she knew there was a possibility of more beatings. She held her tongue deciding to keep quiet. No point in making things worse than they already were. She didn't have any advantages right now.
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