Guest Rooms - Garden Courtyard

Nyra had stopped and sat on her legs, looking into one of the pools of water at her reflection. She eyed the bruise carefully and touched it, wincing. She cursed the Shistavanen to many bad hair days and looked up at Turlon.

"I'll be fine. It's just a bruise. You might want to invest some credits in a hair stylist for the wolf-man. Whenever I shock people the effects start a few hours afterwards. I hope he gets mistaken for a poodle."

The thought of a fluffy Shistavanen made Nyra smile mischievously. She kept the image for later in her mind, going back to the conversation at hand. She patted the ground next to her with her hand, for Turlon to sit.

"Did you have any luck finding your Master or anyone else you know?"

Nyra closed her eyes in discomfort as Turlon's hand grazed across her neck. When she looked back at her reflection, the bruise was gone. She frowned. Obviously the understood no in her declining of help was not understood. This guy had obviously been in the woods too long. Nyra rubbed her neck and breathed without any trouble.

"Daughter, huh? I'm guessing daddy split a while back though, maybe to find a lady with big...assets. Men do tend to be animals in that regard."

Nyra closed her eyes for a moment and rubbed her head with her right hand. Neck wound aside, the headache caused by the oxygen deprivation still persisted. She actually enjoyed being able to feel her heart-beat in her brain. Just one of those things, she supposed. She opened them and looked Turlon in the eyes.

"So, what are the plans for the future of this Temple? Galactic domination? I'm sure with the combined might of a Witch, a Bitch, a Half-naked man, and a Poodle we could subjugate a few dozen worlds."

Nyra chuckled.

Nyra shrugged. She wasn't one for for the HNN but she knew a little bit, though it might've been far too generalized. She counted off each thing on her hand as she spoke.

"People killing each other. People demanding equality. People living in squalor. People living in high towers with wealth."

Nyra smiled sardonically at Turlon, mocking him a bit.

"I don't watch the news much. Sorry to disappoint."

Nyra exhibited little to no hesitation when it came to answering Turlon. She stared him int he face with a bored look and shrugged.


"Meh. I got nothing better to do, I guess. Might as well waste my time here."

Nyra's bored look turned into an evil smile.

"When do we drink the blood of the innocent?"

While it was a joke, as Nyra had no intention of drinking blood, she kept a very serious face while saying it, and after.

Nyra watched as Turlon seemed to grow even more comically large. She had already thought he looked ridiculous with all the mass and muscles, but she almost laughed at how he looked now. But it was the power that got her. She wanted it. She needed it. Draining Turlon of everything he was worth crossed her mind, but she discarded the thought. She stared at Turlon as he spoke. It might have been a bit unsettling, if one wasn't used to the dead stare of the female Sith. It was almost...hypnotic. She waited for him to finish speaking until repeating him.

"Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall set me free."

Waiting once again for Turlon to finish speaking, Nyra repeated after him.

"We are the Sith Brotherhood.
As one Sith we have more strength.
The more strength we have the more power we hold.
With that power we are more victorious.
Together we will free the universe."

Nyra paused to contemplate the final line of the Code. Something about it just seemed off to her. She had no intention of freeing anyone. She mentally shrugged and continued.

"My life to the Kashyyyk Sith and to their blood line and their laws. All I have I put at their feet to command. May my bond be broken only in complete death. If I should break my oath, my time be served in the void for all eternity"

Having repeated after Turlon as he had wanted, Nyra waited for him to continue.

Nyra took the Goblet from the Servant and looked at the contents in disgust. She did not like to drink, if that was even what this was. She couldn't tell. She swirled the liquid around and looked at it uneasily, and sniffed it. Her face scrunched up to show her thoughts about putting the contents in her mouth. Still, she guessed it was better than getting paddled with a lightsaber. She knocked the contents of the Goblet back like a shot and swallowed it before it even had a chance to hit her tongue. She exhaled and shook her body in reaction as a chill hit went down her spine.

"Am I going to go into a coma and meet my spirit animal now?"

Nyra raised an eyebrow. How he knew her Sith title, she did not know. But how he added onto it, made her extremely angry. She had received it from her former Master, whom she had killed, right before his death. For Turlon to add his own filthy part to it.....Words could not begin to describe her anger. Her eyes flared in the anger and she stared at the box, not taking it, not even touching it. She turned her head away from to show her dismissal of the sabers within.


"I do not need nor want your sabers. I have my own."

She did not speak of the title he had given her, but the tone of her voice was pretty revealing about her anger at Turlon. Sometimes you just couldn't win. This was one of those times to either grow a silver tongue or run away.

Nyra's face turned to meet Turlon's, full of rage.

"I do not care what you are to the people this Temple. You could be the strongest Sith in the galaxy, it matters little to me. But there are lines even a petty excuse for a man like yourself do not cross. You are lucky I do not split you in half for daring to name me."

Nyra's hand went instinctively towards her Master's lightsaber. She may have killed him, but she respected him for his teachings, and especially for the name bestowed to her upon his death. It was as good as a slap to the face of her Master's corpse....It was okay if she did it, but not anyone else.