Kashyyyk Temple Fortress

Nyra frowned at Darth Fang at the hand cuff comment, and glared at him. When Menshin stopped, Nyra leaped off, landing on her feet, and taking a few steps on solid ground to reacquaint herself with her favorite type of ground; solid. Taking another moment to put her hair back in order, she then glanced back at Turlon, and spoke to him.

"I don't even see how you could confuse me with a scantily clad whore. I take it as an insult. I'd rather ride that damnable Bantha than be a slave to anyone."

Nyra exhaled sharply and walked around, looking around at the Temple.

"Looks near dead, and it feels the same way too."

Nyra raised a hand, about to insist that she would rather stick with Turlon, since she was new and did not know anything about the place, but shrugged and looked to Darth Fang. She smiled uncomfortable and looked around as the Sith began leading her to the guest rooms.

"So....Where is everyone? Would it be wrong to guess you probably pulled a hostile takeover?"

*Shainex allowed the hot water to rush over her body. As the dirt and blood washed away. She stood in the center as the stream of water hit her. Her muscles tight, as she felt out of practice with her body. She turned off the water as she walked out, A handmaiden wrapped a towel around her as she sat down, allowing her to cut her hair back to its short length. She was never one for long hair and it reminded her of her past. to look towards the past was to dwell on what can not be, and is weakness. Once the slave finished she allowed her to leave as she stood up and clothed herself. in a new black skin tight suit. as she slowly zipped it up. attaching a belt to her waist she walked over to a chest that was small that sat on her desk. Inside where two black hilted with gold engrain in the handle sabers. They where her first sabers when she had become a sith. Of course they needed tweaking here and there, but she would use them now for the time being till she had time to remake a new pair. her katana rested upon her desk. the blade had been cleaned. she grazed her fingers across the sheath as she let it rest there. Her daggers and knives all layed out on her desk polished. She slipped them slowly into there respective spots among her body. She almost felt like her old self, as her hands picked up the last thing for her to put on. A small red-stoned ring, given to her by her father infused with his blood, connecting her to him on a deeper level.  however she still felt off. She walked out to the balcony to look out as she leaned against the black marble banister. she tooka deep breath, as she sensed a familiar presence. One that had not been at the academy for some time as she turned and walked out her room headed towards her fathers quarters. 

Once at the door she entered and stared at the man who had mysteriously disappeared, before her absence. she spoke, her voice a dark rich silky tone, cold, and direct.*


"Ahh the prodigal son returns home..."

"even with time, your humor is still not funny. please keep a serious tone when you are with me, as we have much to do, if we are to rise from the ashes..or in this case...dust..that has settled on our great name"

*she says as she sits down at the desk and looks at the dust gathered on papers that where days  even weeks old. how could the academy come to this*

"there was a fight....but that is all i remember..to be honest.."

*She says, as her mind was foggy on the past events. she rubs her temple as she leans back*

"what have you been doing?"

*considering they werent in her quarters, they where in her fathers, she didnt mind him using the shower, windu would make him pay later. she ignored his question. because if she knew the answer to that she wouldnt be hear talking to this fool. she rubbed her temple slowly, as she pondered the steps she would take next*

"who is this person that you have brought here"

He opened his eyes and got up from the ground, he knew they were aware of him here. He'd been waiting for the right moment. Also he was not sleeping, he isn't foolish enough to fall asleep so exposed like that, in fact he'd even sense that female dark sider lingering about.

So you've come here to join the Sith then. 

He stopped in his tracks, funny that she finally decided to show herself the moment he began moving towards the fortress. After he pulled his dirty robe over his back he looked back at her, the bruises darkening around her chest & arms from the fight they had. Do you think I am? He said curious of what she thought of him. The response, shaking her head to him surprised Arc. Oh? Do you not think i was ruthless enough, did i show to much mercy?  

She thought about what he said, she had her life still after all. 

You could not kill me because you do not have the heart of a Killer, I know a caring family man when i see one. You'll be ruined.  

He chuckled, shaking his head. 
Your about a few to many years late on that one, besides. Allies are formed like this, perhaps I'll have use of you in the near future. Do yourself a favor and drop the old Sith ways, it's time to step out from the caves and become civilized. Before we are all dead.

He said to her then turned away as he raised his dirty hood. After the dark side wanderer had vanished back into the forest he arrived to the Temple fortress of Kashyyyk, stopping before the fortress gates. He knew they were aware of him, it was all a matter of time. From beneath his robes he revealed both of his hilts, and held them out, with his hands wrapped around the top edge and the bottoms facing the sky. A sign that he'd accept to be disarmed for entry if it was necessary. 

He stood in front of them, looking more filthy then a Nar Shaddaa street bum. The mud dried onto the raggedy robe, the dirt darkened down across his face. He lowered the torn edged hood and looked up to the man who greeted Arc. You speak as if it's only a matter of time until I fall to the Dark side, no matter what my origin or where i come from. Arc studied the mans face. You do not care whether I'm a spy, or a man curious of what secretes the force holds. You just know. That the dark side will prevail.

Arc did agree with what he just said to the man based on what Arc thought this man believed, though it was just a mere guess. He agreed on a degree, falling to the dark side or the other way around in one life time usually only happens once until your dead. After hundreds of years frozen in a bacta tank, becoming angry, wanting revenge, calming down,finding peace,  and those dark thoughts arise once again, Arc just got tired of it. Now the man standing here, his mind was more balanced then it once was. Peace & Chaos cannot exist without it's opposite. Therefore, you should embrace both. Just an understanding of who Archetheus was. I am Archetheus, I've come here seeking out Sith knowledge on the Dark side of the force. Unless...I've made a mistake coming here.