((ooc: Well done so far everyone, hopefully now we can give the plot the full shape i had envisioned. I apologize for my random availability now, real life has become quite demanding lately. On with the story...))
The Overlord's Shadow
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Lumiya rose up again, grinning at her new adversary. She was somewhat glad for the first time in a few years that she was now more machine than human. She acknowledged that despite its limitation on her progress towards full Sith Mastery, at least she could stand toe to toe with one of history's most lethal model of assassin droid and be on even footing. She suddenly became aware of a couple of familiar presences in the Force. She shunted aside her initial reaction to warn the man and the Wookie, and cursed herself for abandoning Palpatine's Sith teachings. She embraced the anger she felt at herself and the droid dressed as an Inquisitor, and plunged fully at the task at hand.
Her cybernetics and force enhanced agility, combined with the deadly lightwhip made her a blur of motion in the eyes of those witnessing the battle at hand. She threw herself fully into her former role as Emperor's Hand, swift and deadly. At one point her veil was cut from her jaw by a strike from the IG, yet she ignored it, fighting furiously in her cybernetic glory. She was angry at herself for allowing the Jedi to influence the ruthless efficiency that might have finished this sooner. She was angry at the ancient IG-100 Magnaguard who challenged her and left her feeling weak and foolish. She was furious at Darth Krayt for presuming that he was worthy of leading the Sith to their destiny as rulers of the galaxy. She was angry at Kharn for failing to live up to the darkness she felt in him as she followed his trail to this point in time, only to be snuffed out by a mundane droid.
Her anger fueled the dark-side energy she wielded in a Force push that sent her opponent reeling back to the other end of the corridor. The inanimate Inquisitor was fast on his feet, flipping and turning his legs and torso in a strange, grotesque way only a droid of his caliber could manage. She was shocked and surprised to see him return to fighting form so quickly. She was growing tired and her abilities were being heavily taxed by this engagement.
I'm not sure how long I can last...
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I make haste to board the Overlord's Shadow and hurry towards the nearest turbolift, completely disregarding the fact that there is a minimal presence of Peacekeepers in the hangar. I enter the lift and activate its ascent to the topmost level. I am unsure at first where exactly to go. Scratch is at my side and he is obviously trying hard to contain his hunting lust. He is well trained and I can speak with him through our force bond and my beast mastery abilities, but there are limits to his self-control. I reach out in the force, seeking out familiar force signatures. I can sense the one called Kharn for only a moment. He is full of anger and engaged in some kind of fight... Had he escaped?... I can also sense an unfamiliar force user in the wake of Kharn's force presence, as well as an inanimate impression that can only be Inquisitor Xan...What's going on?...
Then, just like that, Kharn is gone. ... Dead, but...who?... I stop the lift at the level where the disturbance is strongest, making for the obvious flood of anger emanating from the stranger who seems...incomplete...diminished?, and two others. One isn't human. Scratch is at his breaking point, so I release him to track ahead.
He won't kill outright, not without my direct command.
I step onto the scene and am witness to a deadly fight between Inquisitor Xan and a strange cybernetic woman with a whip seemingly composed of both physical strands and tendrils of dark-side infused energy. I'd never seen such a weapon before, or a woman so blatently full of hatred to use it.
I walk down another corridor to think of a strategy to effectively enter the fight. A group of Peacekeepers lay dead on the floor by lightsaber wounds. The only other exit was the connecting hallway.
It made me remember when I was younger, and my father instructed me in training as a Jensaari Defender.
Father, if we as Jensaari employ Sith methods, are we considered evil as the Jedi view the Sith?
My son...some, especially the Saraai-kar, believe the Sith to be what makes us who we are. These teachings are flawed. When the Jedi came to show us how wrong we are, I had already begun to believe that what we were being taught was...incomplete. When we arrived here on Myrkr, I left your mother for a bit to find some of my own ways to improve our teachings, while avoiding the taint of the dark side. What I teach you now, is the Jensaari way. You must wield your knowledge to help defend the truth for the whole galaxy, not just our small, hidden community. When you can do that, then the Jensaari will truly be complete.
I-I don't understand, Father.
You will when the time is right, They'da...when the time is right...
My minor indulgence in a random memory was disrupted by a familiar helmeted tone.
"So I have found you."
"Kom'rk tsad droten troch nyn ures adenn, Dha Werda Verda a'den tratu."
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