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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 1, 2021 18:50:14 GMT -8
Levana drank briefly, as she listened to Aria, putting down the glass on the table after a while.
Aria knew the right questions to ask, which was more than some of her disciples were able to ask.
"Most of these unfortunate souls are nothing more than what you just said - destined to work until they meet their end.", she explained relaxed as if it was nothing, "You see, our domain is growing with each passing day with systems like Jabiim, Mon Calamari and few others within the eastern Outer Rim bowing to us. Maintaining such a population while convincing them to accept us as our benevolent overlords requires a a restructure of their society... keep the poorer layers of that pyramid by introducing another layer beneath them.
A classic concept - for projects like the infamous Death Stars weren't just crafted by the means of a large nation, but on the shoulders of many, that were sacrificed for it to make it a reality."
She briefly sipped on her cocktail once more, before she continiued.
"However, among all those grains, there are sometimes... valuable seeds", she further continiued, "Individuals, who are capable of embracing the Dark like me, the Master and even you... you call it the Force though. Those are outsourced by persons like me, who are able to detect these beings within the Force and who understand their potential. I am their guide towards a better place, where they will be formed and trained, just like the Jedi and Sith train their own disciples. Perhaps they are more lucky than the average souls, we harvest."
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Post by Aria on Jan 1, 2021 19:43:18 GMT -8
She listened with a basic level of curiosity, though not entirely surprised buy the means, but more the who. Sipping her drink casually as Levana spoke.
"And the prohept.. your master. Aside from total dominance, what does he gain. Many sith have attempted the same thing. All have ultimately failed. Attempting to transform the will of an entire system is no small feat."
She paused, reflecting on her own experience for a moment.
"And what is in this for you. In the end we all serve someone I soppose. Hopefully to your benefit as well."
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 2, 2021 1:25:44 GMT -8
When it came to the Prophet, there was briefly some silence, when it came to that topic. The Magistra pondered for how to best describe it, before she finally found an answer.
"The Prophet himself gains nothing, for he is the herald", she said then after a while, continiueing on, "I lived once within one of the systems near the Gunninga Gap, where the moon trees grow within the void as part of our Rhandite enclave. Since the defeat of Lord Cronal and the past days of the Sorcerer's order our society was one, which was maintained, but never mattered much within the greater picture of the galaxy.
Until the Prophet came to the Unknown Regions and found us.
Reunited us.
Unlike others before him, he was able to show us his visions, shared the secrets and retranslated portions of the long destroyed Taurannik Codex into his own codex - it's contents capable of summoning forth the outer gods. Entities, who feed from the Force and live outside the circle of life and death."
She fondly paused, somewhat pleased when it came to these memories.
"Back then I had no purpose, was stuck with the teachings that were instructed to me by my former master", she then explained further, "With the Rhandite cult being reunited and reformed into the Order of Dac - or as you might know it, the Order of Mon Calamari - we found a new purpose, that matches our philosophy.
Neither the Prophet nor us desire worldly possessions or eternal power... in the end all good moments within the galaxy meet their end and entropy will consume them. I myself might not witness even the day, when the galaxy will be destroyed... but it is good to know, that thousands, I will have trained by the time when I meet my end, will continiue on my legacy."
The cultist smiled at that thought, being serious about what she stated. It was eerily similiar to what the Sith masters taught their own disciples and yet... so much more foreign as much as a crazed monk order can be. Levana might be one of the more reasonable members among that order and yet... there were glances of slight madness visible within her ideologies, for from her perspective the cult was flawless.
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Post by Aria on Jan 2, 2021 11:00:34 GMT -8
Aria listened as Levana told her story. She grabbed one of the appetizers, munching on it quietly before taking another sip of her drink. The story was all too familiar and not unlike the Sith, just a different approach to that force.
"You were given purpose, and in return build the foundation of an order that seeks nothing, but desires to control everything. Are you sure you're not a Sith?"
She chuckled in a joking manner, though not out of disrespect; only to the similarities of their two philosophical wills. She went to take another sip of her glass, only to be disappointed when nothing flowed to her lips. She frowned then looked in the distance, flagging down the droid. As it approached she set the empty glass on its serving try, the droid seemed to have been prepared with another glass. It set the new glass in front of her.
"You and I aren't so different. We all seek the same thing in the end... its just the means that are different."
Happy to have a fresh glass, she took another sip to rinse down the food she just ate.
"So, I imagine at some point, if it hasn't happened already, you'll meet resistance. Its one thing to sell a few souls into slavery, another to enslave an entire system.... I guess you can present it as not so much slavery as a means to knowledge at the expense of freedom..."
She shrugged. She wasn't particularly interested in the success or failure of the Quarran movement taking place, more that it was being attempted. She was a military strategist at heart and the process fascinated her
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 2, 2021 12:02:48 GMT -8
"Well, there are similarities indeed", Levana answered with a brief nod, before taking her glass into her hand again, "But don't worry too much, when it comes to our domain. We are aware of Darth Sidious grand mistakes, thus... whatever you might think about me or the ones I serve, we'll always be present in one form or another for there is much that you don't know yet nor understand. As that is not dead which can eternal lie. And with strange aeons even death may die."
Eventually drinking again, before setting down the glass, she leant towards Aria, somewhat curious.
"Either way, I get that you want to carve out your own path... Darth Timora, if I recall", she then asked, now herself curious as her yellow eyes focused the fellow darksider, "but... where will it lead you, if I may ask? A nice cantina life for eternity?"
The last portion was more teasing, yet it wouldn't surprise Levana if the Sith Lady would actually consider this option as an answer.
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Post by Aria on Jan 2, 2021 16:38:07 GMT -8
She laughed. Taking another sip of her drink, then looking around at the cantina in amusement
"I could get used to it"
She grinned then shook her head.
"Not this cantina though. Theres a few places I used to frequent on Coruscant years ago. Best drinks in the galaxy... and wouldn't dare get caught without my robes on. My father tried to raise me as a politician"
She paused as her mind reminisced about her affluent past.
"For now though. This is my life. Lurking in the shadows going where the darkness leads me, and hopefully keeping a lower profile ill be able to draw my brother out from hiding and put an end to his miserable existence... then maybe I can make a home for myself somewhere and exist in my own peace and darkness."
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 3, 2021 10:37:26 GMT -8
"Well, if you require help, there's plenty of Sith out there in the galaxy", Levana suggested with a slight shrug, "The Sith Resurgent Conclave and the Blackguard Imperium are the two largest factions out there in the galaxy... if you are looking for kinship among those, who think more alike to your religion, of course.
But if you are searching after another force user from your own family I can't say much what the best course of action is. Are there any hints regarding his trace, where I could help you out further?"
It was more curiousity than the Sorceress caring for Aria's further future. At least that was what she told herself, even if the alcohol took some effect on her mind. Like many she would most likely either fail her task or succeed in it, before finding eventually a new purpose.
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Post by Aria on Jan 3, 2021 17:49:37 GMT -8
"If only that were true"
She chuckled and shook her head. The thought of asking the other Sith factions for help or friendship was a recipe for disaster in her opinion.
"If there is one flaw in the Sith, its the desire to be the only Sith. The thirst for power makes any sith a poof ally. The moment they see a weakness you become their newest enemy. An avenue to remove one more road block to total domination."
She took another sip of her drink, noticing now this one was starting to get low.
"No, you want to get something done, you let money talk. Bounty hunters, mercenaries. They only understand money, and the penalty for failure. They don't question, they just work... sometimes I wish the rest of the galaxy worked that way."
She thought a moment. Meeting Levanas gaze.
"A kind offer, perhaps you can help... perhaps you can't. Hard to say."
She spoke somewhat casually, finishing her drink but not motioning for another one this time.
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 3, 2021 20:14:20 GMT -8
The sorceress nodded, seeing Aria's point for a reason. After all it wasn't a new point of view for her, but one she knew only too well.
"Well, seems like our order and you have the same thought process then", she said after taking another sip another time, "Most of the aforementioned groups are allies towards our cause, but likely they will shatter these alliances one day, when the Light has been vanquished and they see our influence growing. Unity, discipline and the concept of serving solely our devotion towards the destruction of creation by a long-term plan gives us superiority over decaying orders, that hold a lot of territory, but fight over it in a civil war as their members grow discontent within their hunger for power. Good that I met one of the more reasonable members of your kind, Lady Timora..."
Levana decided to order another drink, while she pondered about what was said. Seemed like Aria made quite a mystery about the hunt after her brother. Thus she decided to continiue with some more helpful advice.
"If you search for bounty hunters you'll find here a lot, but in Hutt Space more professional sellswords and other scum, that solely follows the coin is more likely to find than here. Some of our troops were former pirates and mercenaries from Nar Shaarda and other systems, so scum like them are always easy to find. And the Syndicates also operate here within the Spice Triangle between Ryloth and here.
Other than that... within the Blackguard's space there are still worlds, that defy the occupation by the Sith. Former Confederacy worlds, who were run by fools, who thought they could revive this old relic of the past... who knows, might not be unlikely to stumble still upon entire functioning droid armies within the aftermath of their skirmishes, for the Sith only care about the stronger minions.
Though that's always up to one's own personal taste, I guess."
She shrugged as she waited for the bartender to serve her next drink.
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Post by Aria on Jan 4, 2021 8:11:34 GMT -8
"Always act with caution with us Sith... but you already know that."
She thought a moment knowing that she was perhaps unique in that she was a Sith not after power or control over the order, only wishing to exist.
"If I still held my titles I'd say the same about putting any trust or faith in me..."
She smirked, then addressed the issue of her brother.
"So, my brother... I've contracted a few bounty hunters to help me track him down. 3 are dead, which is fine since I don't have to pay them now. The other is why I'm here. Hes late. Likely dead as well. I may need to hire a few more hands. Sometimes it's not so much a challenge to find guns for hire....but finding ones worth their salt.
I briefly thought about getting other sith involved... but thats just a recipe for sabotage. I hate that I can't rely on my brothers and sisters, but that is the reality that is the Sith. It will never change no matter what factions are born. They'll eventually fall under their own weight."
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 5, 2021 19:42:23 GMT -8
Levana thought about the afore-mentioned bounty hunters briefly, before Aria concluded her thoughts. To this portion it was reasonable, what she said.
"Be careful though that you don't bury yourself under your own distrust though, if you need any advice", she warned her cold, before pondering over her drink what else to suggest, "If you need guns for hire, the Dominion has always soldiers to offer for the job. Some more loyal than others, some more fanatic for their own good... but given your situation and previous words I understand that this might not be what you favor... "
Another pause followed before the Sorceress spoke up.
"I have my own buiseness here on Tatooine and will most likely not be able to help you out, but I have contacts to influential people within Hutt Space. Some of these know probably professionals, who could help you out, pirates, bounty hunters, Syndicate leaders... whatever you need.
Other than that, I'd recommend to keep your eyes open here within the Spice Triangle. Here in the Outer Rim only chaos rules and even the First Order as one of the major gouvernments has barely any influence here... thus your chances are good to find someone suited for the job."
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Post by Aria on Jan 7, 2021 9:26:21 GMT -8
She listened closely then leaned back in her seat, in a way considering the offer levana was making.
"Thats a kind offer. How would your prophet feel though about you contracting out soldiers to a Sith that you barely know for her own selfish desires."
She crossed her arms behind her head and tilted her head back, closing her eyes in a squint as the subtle throb of a headache began to set in... she really needed to cut back on the alcohol.
Opening her eyes she flagged down a serving droid that happened to be passing by
"Can I get a glass of water please?"
The droid complied an Aria engaged the conversation again.
"I dont know what it will take. More men, smarter men... hell I dont even know if he hasn't already been taken out by someone. Sometimes I think I just drag myself in circles."
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 7, 2021 9:46:34 GMT -8
Levana emptied her glass, as she pondered about the offer.
"I'm free to act as I deem it, for our rules within the order are sparse and only my loyality and duty towards the Prophet is required", she told Aria solely, "We might not share the same philosophy and might at some point declare war upon the Sith orders to execute the final goal, once the Jedi are extinquished, yet helping out those, who spread chaos and destruction within the galaxy is always benefitial towards our goals. And a Sith always causes chaos, for it is in their nature. Chaos leads to destruction and thus continiues further towards our goals."
She finished her drink, feeling a bit dizzy, yet still able to think clear about the ongoing situation. Paying her part of the bill from Calamari Flans nontheless, the Sorceress handed them over to the droid before they were once more alone.
"Either way, if you need help, you can always ask me during my stay here and I can see if I can provide it", Levana concluded, "Force users like your brother don't remain hidden for long and can be tracked, whether they're dead or not. Sometimes the journey just takes longer as the galaxy is large and fate doesn't always work in your favor."
Although some of us choose their fate beforehand, paying always the prize for it, she added to herself amused in thoughts.
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Post by Aria on Jan 7, 2021 10:53:50 GMT -8
Aria took a sip from her water while, throwing in her own credits on the bill.
"I'll keep your offer in mind. If my brother is still out there, he's a coward and will get what is comming to him. If it turns out I am in need of your men, be Sure they'll be compensated appropriately. Speaking of which, what do I owe you for my ship."
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 7, 2021 17:20:40 GMT -8
As once more there was barely any reaction from Levana other than an indifferent expression, when asked.
"Nothing, as nothing of worth was lost", she solely remarked in her usual cold tone, "You might owe the Dominion something, should you ask us for the hunt after your brother, but there is always a way to settle such a deal... for prizes don't need to have a material worth, if you understand what I mean. For now though our buiseness is settled."
The sorceress stood up, adjusting her dress and robes, before giving Aria a brief smile.
"We'll watch your career with great interest, Darth Timora."
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Post by Aria on Jan 7, 2021 20:16:55 GMT -8
Aria smiled with a slight grin hidden behind it.
"Everything has a price. Though again I appreciate your generosity."
She stood to meet Levana; her newly found acquaintance.
"It was nice meeting you. Made this place a bit more bearable. And I have no doubt our paths will cross again. Perhaps on a battlefield far from here as the last bit of light is extinguished from this galaxy."
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Post by Prophet C'thyl on Jan 8, 2021 8:48:01 GMT -8
Responding the faint smile towards the fellow Darksider, the Sorceress nodded.
"Most likely we will meet sooner, for the process will take long and the day, where the Gods will tear apart the galaxy, will come, when all the torches were lit. The silver key hasn't been found, but others were obtained."
With these mysterious words and an amused wink, she left the cantina, heading back towards the shuttle, that brought her onto the planet. The Magistra had a pleasant time and the meeting was indeed an interesting one. Perhaps it was fate, that had lead her to this place, for the Prophet knew the truths and knew all the pathways.
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Post by Aria on Jan 8, 2021 10:59:23 GMT -8
Aria remained standing by the table she was at. She watch Levana leave, then sat back down and leaned back. A curious look on her face. She came here to meet with Calok Warr, a bounty hunter contracted to bring her intelligence on her brothers location. Instead she met Levana, a cultist of darkness. In a way she was more pleased with this outcome. During her obsession with her brother she had lost focus on the darkness around her. The force was interesting. She finished her water before standing to head back to her ship.
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Post by Galdaart Fel on Nov 7, 2021 11:06:23 GMT -8
It had been -- as anyone who had done anything and left it behind, seemingly walking away from it for all time, only to eventually return through some sick twist of fate or circumstance -- a long time. He walked slowly, taking in his surroundings. He was an old man now. Or at least, he felt like an old man. Older by far than his forty-seven years should account for. Most passerby would see only the long hides he wore, and take little note. He was of no consequence. He knew this to be true, and at least for the moment, welcomed it. He was not cowled, nor did he wear goggles against the ever-present sand. For at least one of his eyes, it wouldn't matter. The sting of the sand, forever whipped up by the trade-winds that scoured the planet bare and raw, kept him focussed on his task, and soon enough he entered Chalmun's. He stood in the entryway. The last time he was here, all eyes turned to him. He had been a dangerous man then. Now, he looked more like a blind beggar than... well... that man he had once been.
It used to be the norm to find the darkest table in the farthest corner, but now, he sat at the bar. The barkeep didn't even take note. That was as it should be. If one thing had been shown to Galdaart Fel over his many years, it was that everything had a time, and a place. He'd wait.
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Post by Tarfang on Nov 17, 2021 7:20:46 GMT -8
Just outside the cantina."...and then Grand Moff Tarkin turned to Darth Vader and said, that's no wookiee, that's my wife! Har har har har!""That's not funny. You know my cousin is a wookiee." "Only half wookiee from what I hears. Hehehe."Fwap! Fwap! The sound of two blaster bolts sizzling flesh disrupted the mood of the watering hole as a sun cooked local fell backwards through the doors of the cantina, collapsing on the ground as acrid smoke rose from two burnt patches of black in his chest. The man was dead before his body ever hit the floor, which it did with a loud 'thud'. A long shadow stretched from the swinging doors to practically the bar, growing smaller and smaller as the being casting it began to walk inside. He carried a cane in his right paw as he walked with a limp, the end 'tip-tapping' on the filthy cantina floor. In his left was the smoking barrel of a sawed-off bryar pistol, appearing large in this particular beings furry mitt. As he slowly walked through the swinging doors it became clear that this was more than just a simple man. This was an ewok, one of renowned fame and notoriety, though who hadn't been seen in many a year. The fur that could be seen through the old weather worn blue long coat he wore had greyed completely, thinning in places to see the pale pinkish skin underneath. He jammed the weapon in his left hand back in its holster on his hip, hanging from a thick reek leather belt with a large gold buckle. His paw now free, he rubbed at the patch of leather covering his left eye socket, the eye lost decades ago but the phantom itch never quite ceasing.Approaching the bar, he took hold of the stool next to the old man already seated there and groaned as his bones creaked and his muscles ached, pulling himself up onto the seat that was clearly too tall for his meter long height. He rested his cane against the bar between his furry feet and reached up, taking hold of the tricorn hat that rested upon his head. He removed the hat and placed it on the bar top in front and just to the right. Then reaching into his coat he withdrew a handful of credit chips, dropping them one at a time onto the counter while fixing the barkeep with a baleful unapologetic glare."That's for the mess. Now find me something wet." Said Cap'n Tarfang in Coruscanti accented galactic basic. "Bespin Brandy if ya have it. Something better if ya don't." He hadn't yet paid the old man seated to his left any attention. First things first. He had to get the taste of sand out of his mouth.
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