Divergence in Destiny (Star Wars RP)

Why'nn smiled, then laughed, at the show of affection. She quite liked him, even if her mother often stated he was a bit off. It didn't bother her that he'd left blood in her hair. It actually calmed her in its normality. Now things were back to normal. Well, almost. She hadn't carved another mark into her saberstaff, she hadn't tried to strike out at Connor (didn't want to, in all honesty), and she wasn't rebelling against her mother. She almost enjoyed the feeling of the blood running down her face, enough that she closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh. Blood was a wonderful feeling.


@TommyGun15 @KalenNighteyes @HK 50 09
 
Nah-Iblen laughed with Why'nn, then his expression grew thoughtful. The blood running down her face gave him an idea.


"Hold still for a moment my dear."


Nah-Iblen reached out and began running his blood soaked hands over Why'nn's face, leaving stains of thick red blood sticking to her skin. When he pulled his hands away, her entire face had been painted blood red.


"There. I swear you look just like your mother that way."


Nah-Iblen stepped behind Why'nn and put his hands on her shoulders, staring at Manara with a deranged look on his face.


"Look at her Mistress. Is she not every inch the very image of a true, pure-blooded Sith?"


@folclor @KalenNighteyes @HK 50 09
 
Manara looked on this scene with a bit of concern, but also a little bit of pride. She was proud of her daughter, but she did not like the way Nah-Iblen, a man who was thirteen years older than her daughter, was looking at her. The way he was so okay with simply placing his hands on her like he owned her. She tried to curb her anger for the moment and forced a smile onto her face. "That she is, Nah-Iblen. It seems my apprentice is lucky to have earned her affections. Wouldn't you agree, Connor?"





Connor had stiffened at the interactions going on between the torturer and Why'nn. It made him very uncomfortable, but when his Master spoke and said that he was lucky, Connor managed to relax a little. "Yes, Master. I am lucky to have earned them. More than lucky, actually. When she first approached me, I half expected to lose my other arm..." He looked to Why'nn now and gave her a sly smile.
 
Why'nn did as she was told, quite enjoying the smell of the blood he slathered across her face. As he finished she laughed again, a smile remaining on her face as he stood behind her. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. As a child she'd painted her face with blood and presented herself to her mother. It had brought a laugh and a shake of the head. Besides, when she found herself embarrassed, extremely angry, or highly impassioned her skin tended to take on a red hue. Though never as dark as Mother's, it was often a decent shade of pink.


She felt her mother's anger, and the mirth was drained from her being. Did Mother feel something she missed? At Connor's statement, however, the smile worked its way back onto her lips. "No, there were no Rancors nearby. You're safe. Next time we go to Dromund Kaas, however..." Connor would feel it was a joke, but it did bring another chuckle from her throat.
 
Nah-Iblen could sense Manara's anger, and it made his smile grow all the wider. He shot a sidelong glare at Connor, and though his expression never faltered, Connor could see... something in Nah-Iblen's eyes. Some disturbing mixture of possessiveness, jealousy, and, perhaps most disturbing of all, amusement. Nah-Iblen gave Why'nn a quick affectionate pat on the back before stepping away from her.


"Yes, the boy is very lucky, though I do hope his infatuation with your daughter doesn't cloud his judgement. Otherwise, well... we might have to give The Beast another sample, wouldn't you agree mistress?"


Nah-Iblen looked right at Connor now, his eyes boring into the young apprentice as he smiled that awful smile of his.


"I'm sure it won't come to that though. Right my boy?"


@folclor @KalenNighteyes @HK 50 09
 
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Connor locked his eyes with Nah-Iblen, refusing to be intimidated by the torturer. "The Beast got the only bit of me he will ever get. I wonder how he likes the taste of torturer?" Connor gave a cruel smirk, and traced his hand along the hilt of one of his lightsabers. He didn't realize it at the time, but both actions he was doing was something he had picked up from his master.


Manara watched the two boys glaring at one another, and noticed Connor placing a hand on his saber. "Now, now gentlemen. As long as I have a say in the matter, no one is being fed to The Beast. Connor knows what will happen should he ever hurt my daughter in anyway. Besides," she smirked now. "I don't think Connor would survive long enough to make it to Dromund Kaas if he hurts her. I'm sure he will be long dead before then." Manara gave a horrifically playful laugh as she walked to her daughter. "Come. We have a few things to discuss. You too apprentice." She turned and began walking to the door, expecting both to follow.
 
HK-50-01 stayed in his kneeling position for the few intervening moments , still shaking. He was about to get up and run out of the office or try to hide in a Corner , afraid His Mistress was displeased with him. Then (fortunately) Why'nn grasped his hand - he realized only one hand was on his knees , and the second had gesticulated during his speech - and started softly stroking it , calming him as he waited for his Mistress to respond to him. At that moment he wished she would stroke his back , before remembering Mistress and Nah-Iblen would dissaprove of that - so he stayed content that she comforted him in any fashion. He didn't want to listen to what Nah-Iblen said , shutting out any words the Torture Master used.


Finally , when Mistress did speak , he almost jumped into orbit in joy. She gave him a genuine , honest Smile - and congratulated him on a job well done. YES YES YES! Mistress approves of me yes yes this is wonderful OH YES! Gained her favor pleased with me most pleasure a master has given me.. Ever YES YES I SUCCEEDED! His eyes turned deep green and he ceased shaking or trembling entirely - yet he continued to Kneel in Gratitude to his Mistress. He was so happy the Torture Master coloring Why'nn's facial features with blood - to look like Mistress - didn't bother him at that moment.


He what he did agree with was Connor's assessment that they were lucky to have Why'nn - Why'nn , who had encouraged him to do what he wanted and io on the mission. HK-50-01 wasn't sure what he would do without Why'nn , but at the moment he didn't want to think of it. Looking to Why'nn finally , he saw that she was happy as well - and in a rather jovial mood. He didn't particularly notice that Mistress was displeased with Nah-Iblen , as everything was perfect for him. Why'nn's happy for and with me Mistress is happy with me Connor is also happy oh yes yes yes this is perfect everyone is jovial Happy pleased no one's displeased with me yes yes perfection indeed..


HK-50-01 didn't hear what Nah-Iblen said at that moment , didn't care why they were discussing beasts and Dromun Kaas , but wanted to follow Mistress , Why'nn and Connor. Deciding to ask permission , he did so. "Request/Gratitude : thank you Mistess for being pleased that makes me extremely happy and now everyone is happy too and it's all because of Why'nn Why'nn said I should assert myself to come she's so wonderful.. can I come and discuss matters or should I join Commander Forge? I'd like to come but I should ask since it would be a breach of Ettiquette not to... And you've shown me the most gratitude a Master ever has.. So it would be a betrayal to override your will."
 
Vizgal walked along the tall hallways that reached to the sky of Korriban, passing statues of current Sith lords and Sith long passed. Making his way to his room, going straight to the far back wall that was partly hidden by another wall that blocked view form the door. Vizgal moved aside a desk and brushed aside a cloth portrait to revile a hollow space that looked have been cut into the stone with a light saber, Vizgal had found it the first day he had arrived at the academy. It had proven to be very useful and was, for whatever reason, imune to being senced by the force, for some reason Vizgal had found several Sith crystals, and a holo pad that spoke of a way to learn and apply Supernova with just the force. Vizgal had yet to learn more than just the basics, not enough to even start practicing, but he would get there soon. Now the space held more, a variety of weapons that mirrored those of other Sith, and certain items that could, if taken care of properly, bring the forced removal a Sith lord.


Smiling a smile that never reached his eyes, Vizgal grabbed several knifes, he was well practiced with them as he had been studying all of the Sith that used them. Tucking them under his cloak on his belt Vizgal left his room in search of what Trakus had told him. After walking for several minutes he came upon what he had been searching for, a group Manaras officers. Adjusting his cloak to hide his face he moved forward. One of the men stopped and eyed Vizgal with dis trust, "Can I help you Apprentice?" the man spoke with pride and seemed to put Vzgal in his place.


Vizal made no attempt to converse with the man, drawing close to the group of four he made as if to ask them something. Instead his hand shot up to the sky in an arc, faster than the eye could blink two of the men had blades in their throats. Reacting swiftly one of the alive men tried to call for help, but before he could let out even a breath Vizgal was slashing threw his neck and into his spine, severing the mans head from his body. Pivoting on his right foot, Vizgal swept left to face the last man alive, using the force to fire the rest of his knifes from his belt into the mans face. Vizgal relaxed, using the force he collected all of his knifes and put them away. Vizgal then went to work maiming the dead bodies to look similar to the ones that Nah-Iblen had killed earlier. After that he moved them to a place that was out of sight but would be found by slaves in the days to come. With that he walked off in the direction of his master, whistling as he went with a spring in his step, happy that there had been no one around to see
 
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Why'nn smiled at Nah-Iblen and then gave HK-50-01 a quick hug before turning to follow her mother. As she went, she wiped a bit of the blood from her face with her sleeve. Even if she did like it, her mother seemed unhappy with the torture master's actions and she preferred to keep her mother happy. "Mother," she began, her voice quiet. "Is there something I'm missing concerning Nah-Iblen? I don't see him doing anything inappropriate, yet both you and Connor dislike his actions..."
 
Nah-Iblen stayed behind, waving as the others followed Manara into her office. He thought about the person he'd been torturing for the past few days, and how he couldn't wait to see the other's reactions. He also hoped that the dinner he'd been cooking hadn't burned. He'd spent a long time practicing, different ways of seasoning, carving, and of course presentation. The bird he'd selected for tonight was simply perfect, and he particularly wanted Manara, and more importantly her daughter, to see it.
 
Manara entered her private office and, after Why'nn and Connor both entered, she turned to the droid. "Stay with Forge and guard that Mandalorian. Shoot to kill if he moves in the slightest wrong way," she said, then shut the door and locked it. Her anger had once again grown to almost a boiling point. She knew the look Nah-Iblen was giving her daughter all too well. She had seen it in the eyes of several of her masters when she was a slave. She would not let the same thing happen to her daughter. As she walked back across the room, she picked up the chair from her desk with the Force and threw it against the wall where it shattered into a few pieces. Now she turned her gaze to her daughter, her eyes an even deeper shade of red than would normally happen when she was angry. The room dropped several degrees as the Dark Side poured off of her in waves. "How long has he been touching you like that? How long has he been looking at you with those disgustingly lust-filled glances?"





Connor felt the anger radiating off his master and moved off to the side. He had never seen her so livid before, and it was hard to keep his gaze locked in her direction, but he simply couldn't look away. He wasn't afraid of her, but he simply could not stand to move closer and take her side on the matter. He knew he should stay back, and not say a single word or else he would suffer her wrath right along with Why'nn.
 
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Jace wasn't simply at the academy to remain close to the target(s) but to also find out information on who the true client is. He figured if word spreads he's walking the halls of the Sith Academy, that the client will reach out to him or something. But right now it seemed the Darkside was reaching out to him, the very walls were whispering to him and it was making him slightly nauseous. Jace stumbled a bit before his nausea cleared right up, suddenly he was sensing all the civil strife not specifics but feelings and passions. He guessed this must be why his teacher had taught him how to use his emotions without falling to the Darkside, so that when he came into contact with it he could handle it.
 
Why'nn was caught off guard and she felt confusion mixed with fear rising in her. Mother hadn't even been this angry when she went to kill Dad. Was what happened between herself and Nah-Iblen wrong? "Since... since he began training me," she admitted, her voice still quiet. "Lust? Is that what it is?" The girl was further confused by the thought that Nah-Iblen would be lustful with her. "He's never touched me in any inappropriate way..." Now she wondered... had she done something wrong? If he was looking at her that way, it must be something she did that caused him to. Guilt mixed with the fear and confusion.
 
Nah-Iblen saw Jace nearby and walked over to him, placing his hand on the mercenary's shoulder and whispering in his ear.


"I have learned of your contact's instruction that Mistress's daughter was to be killed, and trust me, they currently suffer greatly for their error. From now on, I will be speaking to you directly, no comms, no traceable signals. When next she leave this planet, you and your accomplices will follow her, and you will take her alive. Am I clear? From there you will take her to Tatooine, you will disguise her as a slave, and I will come to purchase her with your payment. If you deviate from this plan in any way, I will make arrangements for you and your companions to suffer as I will make you suffer the way your contact now suffers. Memorize these instructions well, because until the time comes for me to pay you, this is that last time we will speak."


Without waiting for any sort of reply, Nah-Iblen walked past Jace, not looking back at him.


@Raikou Kaminari
 
Manara walked ever closer to her daughter, her deep red eyes cutting into her. She could sense the confusion and fear within her daughter, but she didn't back down. She had to get across the severity of the situation to her daughter. "You have grown to be a beautiful young woman. That is what you have done. You are innocent in this matter, my daughter. I've seen his kind before and had I known he was doing this, he would have been Beast food long ago." Manara's hand began shaking and she moved back away from her daughter. This whole situation was her own fault, not Why'nn's. The girl would not be punished for being beautiful. As her gloved hand continued to shake, she walked over to the metal desk, channeled the Force through her, and punched downward into the desk. Her hand went completely through it, and her hand began to spark slightly as it wasn't designed for such a high powered impact. She leaned forward now, resting her hands on the desk and looking toward the window that overlooked the training grounds. "You will not continue lessons with that man. I will be sending him away from Korriban, and sending him to the deepest most dankest pit I can find. He will never step foot on any civilized planet ever again."
 
Standing on a raised sand dune, Darth Trakus watched as the last of his original force of troopers carried crates and other supplies into an ancient tomb. It had recently been unearthed in one of Korribans regular storms, and Darth Trakus had quickly killed the explorers who had found the tomb, ensuring its location was known only to him and his few remaining troops. Word had been sent up to the frigate in orbit, and several kill teams of troopers had been sent down in secret to help clear out the tomb, securing it for future use. The moment that was done, Darth Trakus had ordered his operations moved from the academy, to this tomb.


Pulling up his comm, he briefly sent a data burst to his apprentices comm unit. Containing the tombs location, Darth Trakus trusted his apprentice to figure out how to decode the coordinates. Turning his head as a trooper called his name, Darth Trakus quickly slid down the sand dune, walking into the tomb.


@Killorkiller
 
"But... Mother, he's done nothing wrong. All he has done is teach me how to torture prisoners more effectively. He's never touched me in any inappropriate way. You say he looks at me with lust, but the first time I felt lust radiating off of anyone was when Connor and I shared a bed." Should she've said that last part? "Who else will teach me the art of torture? You're busy with your work as a Sith Lord and member of the Dark Council. None of the other Lords are particularly well versed in torture beyond the Force or shock collars. Send HK-50-01 with me to his lessons. You know he will protect me." It was still confusion, but at the outburst of protest Manara would feel some sort of loyalty rising in her daughter. It seemed the relationship was much deeper than the Sith realized.
 
Vizgal was busy with clearing out his room, taking minimal clothes and few personal belongings he moved to leave. Pausing at the door he looked back at his secret stash, cursing under his breath he went back and retrieved the ancient Sith crystals and the holocron stored there. With everything he needed on his back and in his bag, Vizgal moved out. As he walked he received a transmission from his master, a coded message to there new base of operations, quickly decoding it Vizgal walked to his speeder that was parked in an out of sight location. It did not take him long to find his masters new place of residence,. Hopping off his speeder, Vizgal was shocked to find that, there, before him was an undiscovered tomb, quickly making his way in side the tomb to find Trakus, Vizgal followed the directions of several Troopers as he made his way to his Master, upon seeing him Vizgal walked up and dropped to one knee, "Master, I have done what you have asked of me. I made it look like Manara's dog did the dead himself."


@ArisenMoon
 
Jace turned as Nah Iblen gave him the specifics of the mission as well as threats about what would happen if they chose to not complete the mission. After the man left Jace began to think about what he just said. He understood Sith killing their own as civil strife but this was something else, Jace was confused to say the least. He would've been conflicted had this been under different circumstances, but his experiences with her and those around her made him not care for what happens to them as Jace would likely have to cut them down himself.
 
Manara's anger only grew to even greater heights as her daughter stuck up for this man. In her rage, she flipped the desk over, and the temperature in the room dropped even further. "No! He will be sent away! You've learned enough from him! The matter is closed!" Her tone had dropped considerably as she spoke, empowered by the Dark Side. "You are simply too young to understand...to young to know. Your lessons with him are concluded! That is final!" Manara now turned her attention to Connor. She closed on him like a predator about to kill its prey. "And you, boy! You are not worthy of my daughter! I should just kill you now! Your betrayal would be inevitable anyway!" She reached out through the Force and began to strangle the boy.
 
Looking up from a ancient tablet he had found, Darth Trakus handed it to a trooper to take to a growing store room of valuable items. Nodding to his apprentice, Darth Trakus quickly walked to him, bidding him rise. Looking around the tomb, Darth Trakus took in the few dozen soldiers inside the main room, as well as the few scientists he had been able to reroute from another tomb. Their silence had been ensured, and their loyalty highly bought, but Darth Trakus trusted it would pay off in the end.


"Apprentice, you have performed well. At the moment, I will focus all my attention on discovering the secrets of this tomb. Until then, I trust you can keep yourself busy. If you have time before I send for you again, I wish you to travel to other Sith tombs much like this one. Observe and learn, grow stronger. The next stage in my plans require you to be stronger then you are now."


@Killorkiller
 
Why'nn flinched at her mother's rage. Was this going to be the day her mother finally struck at her? And then the Sith Lord turned on Connor and Why'nn sprang forward, hugging her mother tightly. "Mother, no! Please! He's not going to betray us! I swear to you! If he betrays us I'll kill him myself but please don't kill him!" Her eyes were squeezed shut. First Nah-Iblen, now Connor? No! She wouldn't let Connor die like this! Her fear was filling her, but she wasn't angry. Not at her mother and not at the torture master.
 
Manara felt her daughter cling to her. She showed considerable strength to approach Manara while she was in this state of pure rage and anger. She continued to strangle the boy for a moment longer, then let him drop to the floor. "And why shouldn't I? You don't his lineage like I do. He will betray both of us just like your father did!" Her rage didn't subside, but a tear did fall down her cheek. "Better to snuff him out now than to wait and have to do it later. It will hurt you less if I simply take care of it now." Manara removed her lightsaber from her belt and ignited it. As the purple blade shot to life, she glared down at the boy, waiting to strike.
 
Walking further through the hallways of Manara's base, Nah-Iblen caught the scent of blood in the hallways. Interested, he followed the smell until he found a group of guards, dead and killed in such a way that it looked like he'd done the killing.


"Well, this won't do at all... But how thoughtful of someone to provide fresh meat. I'm sure the Rancor is hungry."


Nah-Iblen lifted the bodies into the air and had them trail behind him as he made his way to the Rancor pit. Along the way, he passed a small droid cleaning the hallways.


"Would you please mop up the hallway back there. Someone made a mess, and you know how much Manara hates messes."


The droid beeped an affirmative, and scurried to go clean up the hallway. Meanwhile, Nah-Iblen carried the bodies to the Rancor pit, where he dropped them into the feeding chute. From the depths of the pit, a snarling, snapping, and crunching sound echoed back up.


"Oh my, did I forget to feed him yesterday? Well, it's a good thing I came along."


Nah-Iblen walked away from the chute, whistling a merry tune.
 
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Tyran felt the raw force of the Dark Side, and in its wrath he knew where he must go. His ship's droid took over as Tyran's backpack was activated, same as his left glove. His exotic weaponry would be used to abuse every single part of his anatomy, making most fights a much more dangerous game against him. His backpack filtered the air he breathed, taking in lots of carbon dioxide. The air around him naturally felt, clean and purified due to it. His left glove was a handheld generator build into his claws, allowing him to charge his equipment on long trips. And being station at a planet meant that he was going to be there for a few months at least unless he was desperately needed.


Tyran utilized the force to bend space itself into warping to his will. He was ripped asunder into a cloud of golden sap and life, which rapidly decayed away. His ship began to land...


Tyran walked out of a golden portal, marching down a hall way towards his destination. The lights around him began to recalibrate from the sheer kinetic displacement he had formed. His heavy boots echoed down on the hall way, his thick armor menacing from a far. Blood red lights drapped his frame while a ripped cape trailed behind. He did not breath a single bit as he marched down. The lungless creature just simply smiled, knowing he had found a friend.


(Tyran is approaching! @KalenNighteyes @folclor @HK 50 09 )
 
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