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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 4, 2014 20:02:41 GMT -8
Nyra turned, and as she did she saw the other woman jump off the edge of the building. She raised an eyebrow, and figured that if the woman could mysteriously appear, she would more than likely be fine falling off the edge. Nyra turned her gaze back to Ronin, looking up into his eyes, narrowing her own.
"You really have a way of getting under my skin. One day I will get under yours, in the literal sense."
Sighing as Ronin explained the situation with the Militia, Nyra then cursed and reached out. Not towards Ronin, but towards her bag. She frowned and concentrated harder. The wine was still in her head, and it interfered with her ability to concentrate. After an extra minute, the bag lifted and floated over to her hand. Nyra scoffed to Ronin as she latched the bag closed, the bottle of wine disappearing beneath the flap before she slung it over her shoulder.
"Don't let that be an example of my abilities. Let's see how well you do after drinking a few glasses of wine."
Nyra made a disgusted face and reluctantly took Ronin's arm in her own. She huffed a bit as they waited for the turbolift.
"I thought Dark Jedi were usually loners. Yet here you are with a whole brigade of minions. And here I thought I would be enjoying myself. Not sitting in a room with a bunch of fat and stupid politicians. It's a young girl's dream come true."
Nyra's tone was obviously sarcastic.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 5, 2014 20:47:56 GMT -8
Nyra turned, and as she did she saw the other woman jump off the edge of the building. She raised an eyebrow, and figured that if the woman could mysteriously appear, she would more than likely be fine falling off the edge. Nyra turned her gaze back to Ronin, looking up into his eyes, narrowing her own."You really have a way of getting under my skin. One day I will get under yours, in the literal sense." Sighing as Ronin explained the situation with the Militia, Nyra then cursed and reached out. Not towards Ronin, but towards her bag. She frowned and concentrated harder. The wine was still in her head, and it interfered with her ability to concentrate. After an extra minute, the bag lifted and floated over to her hand. Nyra scoffed to Ronin as she latched the bag closed, the bottle of wine disappearing beneath the flap before she slung it over her shoulder."Don't let that be an example of my abilities. Let's see how well you do after drinking a few glasses of wine." Nyra made a disgusted face and reluctantly took Ronin's arm in her own. She huffed a bit as they waited for the turbolift."I thought Dark Jedi were usually loners. Yet here you are with a whole brigade of minions. And here I thought I would be enjoying myself. Not sitting in a room with a bunch of fat and stupid politicians. It's a young girl's dream come true." Nyra's tone was obviously sarcastic.
*Another idle threat. How droll. He thinks to himself.*
"I look forward to that day."
*He watches her closely. She struggles with levitation and blames the wine. Internally, Ronin is rolling his eyes.*
*Another childish excuse, her teacher has failed her on so many levels. I will have to do something about that. For now, I will allow her to throw her little tantrum.*
"On the contrary. Wine or no wine, I am disciplined enough not to let it affect me either way. Something you will learn soon enough."
*Nyra finally goes and takes his arm. He walks her into the turbolift and begins their descent.*
"Dark Jedi are Isolationists or Separatists. Never loners. Serenno has become mine and have declared, as the Sovereign ruler, it neutral. I show no favor towards the stagnate Republic or the antiquated Empire. I have declared Marshal Law and a blockade. Now my methods seem too harsh and the other Houses wish to voice their dissent. I told them I will do what it takes to keep invaders like the Mandalorians from ever returning. It seems I may have to resurrect the Old Dark Jedi Order again. These 'nobles' are fickle. I need them kept in their proper place. Which is out of my way."
*He looks at Nyra as the turbolift stops and opens its doors as a small squad of heavily armed men wait just outside of it.*
"That is where your talents will be needed. Should they step out of line, I will need you to remind them who it is that rules this planet and why. I am sure you are up to the task to quieting them as you deem necessary. First, and foremost, we will need to get you cleaned up and sober. As for politics and stuffy fat nobles, that is my arena."
*Her sarcasm was met with his own variation of condescension. She was no noble and court was for pure bloods. She may well have title. Which was something he would have to look into later.*
"Warfare is the sport of pure blood nobles and is the only politics you and I will concern ourselves with, be it sooner or later. So boredom will not be your biggest concern."
*With a simple gesture, Ronin waves the squad away as his personal shuttle arrives. He walks Nyra onto it and it makes its way to the capital.*
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 5, 2014 21:24:08 GMT -8
Nyra stepped into the shuttle, her eyes still narrowed grudgingly at Ronin. This trip to the Eastern Rim sure was beginning to get interesting, and somehow at the same time boring. This man sure was full of himself. All Nyra could do was retort back. If she made a move, which had crossed her mind several times, she would be killed. If not by Ronin, then by his minions.
"Well we'll have to see about that. First chance we get you're going to prove that you can overcome the effect of alcohol. If it means you waking up in a pool of your own vomit and excrement....so be it. Otherwise I don't believe you. No one is that good."
Nyra crossed her legs, and the her arms, shutting her eyes for a moment as she continued to listen to Ronin. She knew he already thought she was weak. She was rusty. She preferred hacking and slashing compared to floating and lightning. Besides, the party life she enjoyed on the side did not leave much room for meditation and practice. The parties tended t get out of control, especially when the heads started rolling.
"So I am taking the role of glorified executioner. If you wanted some people killed, again your display was too flashy and...well...arrogant. Just because you are some big shot here does not mean you have to shove it in everyone's face. Real class is about letting people know that you are better without directly shoving it down their throat, at least what I know about it. You let their jealousy build without bringing up their anger. Makes them more eager to please you. The anger only makes them hate you, which causes....problems. Then all of a sudden you are down a supporter."
Nyra opened her eyes, looking in Ronin's.
"Learning to use your assets through manipulation this way is sometimes better than making them want to kill you. But I suppose you already have some snappy come-back forming in that head of yours, don't you?"
Nyra ignored the insult to her lineage and turned her head away from Ronin, looking out of the viewport down at the city below.
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 8, 2014 13:32:25 GMT -8
Nyra stepped into the shuttle, her eyes still narrowed grudgingly at Ronin. This trip to the Eastern Rim sure was beginning to get interesting, and somehow at the same time boring. This man sure was full of himself. All Nyra could do was retort back. If she made a move, which had crossed her mind several times, she would be killed. If not by Ronin, then by his minions."Well we'll have to see about that. First chance we get you're going to prove that you can overcome the effect of alcohol. If it means you waking up in a pool of your own vomit and excrement....so be it. Otherwise I don't believe you. No one is that good." Nyra crossed her legs, and the her arms, shutting her eyes for a moment as she continued to listen to Ronin. She knew he already thought she was weak. She was rusty. She preferred hacking and slashing compared to floating and lightning. Besides, the party life she enjoyed on the side did not leave much room for meditation and practice. The parties tended t get out of control, especially when the heads started rolling."So I am taking the role of glorified executioner. If you wanted some people killed, again your display was too flashy and...well...arrogant. Just because you are some big shot here does not mean you have to shove it in everyone's face. Real class is about letting people know that you are better without directly shoving it down their throat, at least what I know about it. You let their jealousy build without bringing up their anger. Makes them more eager to please you. The anger only makes them hate you, which causes....problems. Then all of a sudden you are down a supporter." Nyra opened her eyes, looking in Ronin's."Learning to use your assets through manipulation this way is sometimes better than making them want to kill you. But I suppose you already have some snappy come-back forming in that head of yours, don't you?" Nyra ignored the insult to her lineage and turned her head away from Ronin, looking out of the viewport down at the city below.
*She only limits herself to what she sees. Typical.*
"Cannot believe someone is that good? Have you never heard of the dark side technique called: Crucitorn?"
*It was a rhetorical question. He required no answer.*
"I suppose it will be your first lesson if you do not know."
*Flashy? She has not seen flashy yet. Wait until she sees the yearly Court Ball. That is real flash.*
"Glorified? Not quite. You need to learn how to be discreet first. As for me being flashy and arrogant? Anything worth doing, is worth doing with flair. How better than to humiliate your opponent with a little extra flash. The Sith call it Dun Moch. It disrupts an opponents timing and keeps them frustrated. As for arrogance, it is not arrogant if you can back it up. Anger leads to hate and hate gives focus. With a practiced hand, it can turn the tide in an instant. You hate me and want to kill me, right?"
*Another rhetorical question.*
"But you do not because you are aware that you do not have the skills to do so....Yet. With that focused hate you have begun your very first lesson of control. When the time is right you will unleash that fury on every opponent and win. Then you will realize, that it was not me you hated. You hated yourself for never having been trained properly in the first place."
*He never takes his eyes off of her. Not once.*
"Ironically, I have been manipulating you and training you at the same time. You will be powerful. This I swear to you. I could not call myself a Jen'Jidai Master if I did not."
*The shuttle lands at the Nalju Estate. It is large, ten stories high and three miles wide. The typical Nalju servants await him as usual. He gets up and stands in front of the door. Before he does he offers his arm again and looks her in the eyes.*
"Before you leave your party life behind for a while, I have something I wish to show you first."
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 8, 2014 18:11:16 GMT -8
Nyra was slightly confused when Ronin mentioned the Crucitorn technique. How did increasing the pain on someone make you better at using the Force after a night of drinking? She mentally shrugged, not really caring beyond that first thought of misunderstanding.
"I know enough about being discreet. How do you think I've survived in the Universe this long? I don't get caught, and when I do I escape. No names, no prints, and no evidence. Hunting a target is one of the best parts of the kill."
Nyra gave Ronin a hurt look when he accused her of wanting to kill him.
"You think you're special? I hate everyone I've ever met. I like killing, it doesn't matter who. I want to kill you just a little bit more than I want to kill the pilot and send us crashing to the planet's surface."
Nyra turned her head back to face Ronin and frowned when she found he was staring at her. It was more than a bit creepy. She spoke after she realized Ronin was probably still playing with her head.
"Get out of my head and stay out. My thoughts are mine and mine alone."
She wiggled her fingers close to her lightsaber, though it was obvious she was not going to try anything. She was just trying to get her point across. As they land Nyra smirks, and gets up. The smirk disappears when Ronin puts out his arm for her to take again, replaced by the same look of disdain from earlier. After a moment of thinking of more demeaning things she had been forced to do in the past, she took his arm once more.
"Depends on what it is you want to show me."
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 10, 2014 20:05:23 GMT -8
Nyra was slightly confused when Ronin mentioned the Crucitorn technique. How did increasing the pain on someone make you better at using the Force after a night of drinking? She mentally shrugged, not really caring beyond that first thought of misunderstanding."I know enough about being discreet. How do you think I've survived in the Universe this long? I don't get caught, and when I do I escape. No names, no prints, and no evidence. Hunting a target is one of the best parts of the kill." Nyra gave Ronin a hurt look when he accused her of wanting to kill him."You think you're special? I hate everyone I've ever met. I like killing, it doesn't matter who. I want to kill you just a little bit more than I want to kill the pilot and send us crashing to the planet's surface." Nyra turned her head back to face Ronin and frowned when she found he was staring at her. It was more than a bit creepy. She spoke after she realized Ronin was probably still playing with her head."Get out of my head and stay out. My thoughts are mine and mine alone." She wiggled her fingers close to her lightsaber, though it was obvious she was not going to try anything. She was just trying to get her point across. As they land Nyra smirks, and gets up. The smirk disappears when Ronin puts out his arm for her to take again, replaced by the same look of disdain from earlier. After a moment of thinking of more demeaning things she had been forced to do in the past, she took his arm once more."Depends on what it is you want to show me."
"Not completely discreet. I did find you. The hunt is indeed the best part. Are you aware of pyschometry?"
*When she shows hurt on her face Ronin is taken aback by that. As if it was beyond her control.* *I can sense this is not within her grasp of control yet. She hates and kills without regard as to why. She lacks a purpose.*
"Special? Not in the sense that you are using the word. Exceptional? Absolutely."
*His telltale smirk dances across his face.*
"I do apologize milady, it is an old habit that is hard to break. Especially since you are easy to read. I will do my best to stay out of your head. For now at least."
*Her threat is just that, a veiled threat. If she were to really attempt, Ronin would have read that and moved on her before her impulses sould carry the thought into action. When she takes his arm, he walks her outside the entrance to House Nalju.*
"Oh trust me, you will not be disappointed. I assure you."
*The grand gate opens and he leads her inside. The great foyer opens to a lavish and tall entrance to the main hall and he continues to walk her inside. The Main hall just ahead.*
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 11, 2014 13:37:30 GMT -8
Nyra nodded head head at the question about psychometry.
"The idea is an object can retain emotions or 'memories' surrounding it, correct? Is that how you found me? Touching dead bodies?"
Nyra had read about the ability before, of course. She had read about many techniques. None of which really seemed interesting enough for her to waste her time on. She was never one for hours of meditation or studying. She was happy where her abilities were currently, or at least she had been, until Ronin offered to make her stronger.
As Ronin apologized, Nyra's eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head in a half nod. Maybe it was best to play his game? Manners and class were not her strong suits, but she knew how to act the part. Use his own logic, or rather the logic of the upper class society, and adapt. Easier said than done.
"If you are truly the...upper class man...you claim, reading a woman's thoughts could be seen as rather....rude and improper."
As Ronin led her into the foyer, Nyra looked around the area's she could see. It was pretty large, bigger than she was used to. Of course he was the ruler of this planet, so it was understandable that he would want to increase the state of his own living conditions rather than the thousands or more living in the streets. Not that she was blaming him. In fact she liked it.
"I never put much stock in someone else's expectations of my own."
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 13, 2014 16:41:16 GMT -8
Nyra nodded head head at the question about psychometry."The idea is an object can retain emotions or 'memories' surrounding it, correct? Is that how you found me? Touching dead bodies?" Nyra had read about the ability before, of course. She had read about many techniques. None of which really seemed interesting enough for her to waste her time on. She was never one for hours of meditation or studying. She was happy where her abilities were currently, or at least she had been, until Ronin offered to make her stronger.As Ronin apologized, Nyra's eyes narrowed, and she tilted her head in a half nod. Maybe it was best to play his game? Manners and class were not her strong suits, but she knew how to act the part. Use his own logic, or rather the logic of the upper class society, and adapt. Easier said than done."If you are truly the...upper class man...you claim, reading a woman's thoughts could be seen as rather....rude and improper." As Ronin led her into the foyer, Nyra looked around the area's she could see. It was pretty large, bigger than she was used to. Of course he was the ruler of this planet, so it was understandable that he would want to increase the state of his own living conditions rather than the thousands or more living in the streets. Not that she was blaming him. In fact she liked it."I never put much stock in someone else's expectations of my own."
"That is correct. A 'psychic remnant' is the proper term I heard a Kiffar use, to describe the emotion and/or memory left behind on an object. The way I used it was different."
*Her eyes narrow as she is about to change the subject, but Ronin continues as they continue to make progress towards the underground floors.*
"The mind, after the body has died, has six minutes of neural activity left in it. I was able to route around in the mind of the man you freshly killed, to see his last moments. Once I saw who did that to him, it was easier to track you. Psychometry alone can overwhelm an untrained user. However, if you know what you are looking for specifically, it can be very handy to locate even the most skilled assassin or hidden track left behind."
*He did not continue to be rude, he wanted to make sure he finished so she could get a better idea of just how well even the most skilled diversion tactics or lost trail can be found. They reach a very long corridor and at the end of this corridor a very large door. They continued to talk as it would be a few minutes before they arrived.*
"Normally I do not let anyone know I am in their minds. I let you know because the dark side brought you to me for a reason and that was to educated where your previous teacher had failed to do so. Never would I let anyone know that I probe their mind. I gain so much delicious knowledge from them to use against them later. How else was I able to swiftly become the Sovereign ruler? By threats, extortion and blackmail while feeding on every one of their fears about the 'impending Cold War'."
*They reach the end of the long corridor and come up to massive doors. Ronin places his hand on a security device and disables the immense security. The door slowly opens like a vault door would.*
"Nor should you."
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 14, 2014 12:33:31 GMT -8
Nyra scoffed as Ronin explained how he had found her.
"And I was sure I had cut all the way into the brain. Lucky you..."
Nyra sighed. All this walking and talking wearing down what little buzz she had left from the wine. She was almost completely sober. She had planned on getting completely drunk and raining down force lightning upon an unsuspecting city. Maybe she could fit that in, if she kissed enough noble butt? She doubted it.
"I don't believe in fate, or me being anywhere I do not have reason to be on my own."
Nyra huffed a bit as Ronin explained his reasoning behind reading minds in politics. She could understand its usefulness. She still liked direct tactics, such as shoving a lightsaber down someone's throat.
"My previous master taught me a lot of things. I just never found much interest in any of it. The people I tend to surround myself with are not exactly worth reading their minds."
Nyra looked around the room as the lights began turn on.
"So what is this room all about?"
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 16, 2014 19:24:54 GMT -8
Nyra scoffed as Ronin explained how he had found her."And I was sure I had cut all the way into the brain. Lucky you..." Nyra sighed. All this walking and talking wearing down what little buzz she had left from the wine. She was almost completely sober. She had planned on getting completely drunk and raining down force lightning upon an unsuspecting city. Maybe she could fit that in, if she kissed enough noble butt? She doubted it."I don't believe in fate, or me being anywhere I do not have reason to be on my own." Nyra huffed a bit as Ronin explained his reasoning behind reading minds in politics. She could understand its usefulness. She still liked direct tactics, such as shoving a lightsaber down someone's throat."My previous master taught me a lot of things. I just never found much interest in any of it. The people I tend to surround myself with are not exactly worth reading their minds." Nyra looked around the room as the lights began turn on."So what is this room all about?"
*Such disbelief for someone so young, he thinks. So over-confident in her abilities that she blindly believes that it will not control her destiny and that she can hide from it.*
"Luck? Not with the Force. You should believe in fate. It believes in you."
*The lights finally come up to reveal William Reign's ten thousand Immortals. They sit, cross-legged. Three feet away from each other in every direction. They wear the Phrik masks with hoods pulled over their heads. Garbed in blood red and pitch black Dark Jedi Robes. They sit, unmoving. Pulsing with the dark side.*
"This room houses William Reign's Immortals. I made them, just for him. He wanted an army of dark side wielding marauders. So I made them. Before you ask how, just quiet your mind and listen. You can feel the rage within each of them. Each one like a volcano on the verge of blowing their stack. As for the how? I had each of them placed in the embrace of pain. Once a week of being in it passed, I would perform what is called a 'psychic lobotomy'. The mind has three parts. The Id, the Ego and the Superego. I removed the feelings of good or bad of the Superego and replaced it with the sense of wrong to disobey mine or Reign's orders. Then I removed the morality of the ego and replaced it with the reality of unwavering obedience. Once done with that, I enhanced the Id with the need to create chaos. With all three put in the proper place, what you have are Dark Jedi marauders without remorse and a soul purpose of destroying everything in their path at my request."
*Ronin sports his telltale smirk, but this time it has an unnatural evil about it.*
"Impressive. Is it not?"
*Whether or not she agreed, it was a warning to any and all who had the pleasure or displeasure of seeing. That Count Ronin Nalju, Jen'Jidai Master Nalju, was proof that the mind can be a terrible thing.* |
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 17, 2014 19:01:53 GMT -8
Nyra looked over at Ronin with a blank look.
"So something that does not exist believes in me. Good to know."
As the lights finally turned all the way on, Nyra's eyes widened as she saw large number of 'Immortals.' She could feel them, full of rage, yet contained, as if waiting for the order to suddenly leap up and kill everything in sight. Nyra listened intently as Ronin explained the process to create these...people? Nyra was not sure if they qualified for that particular adjective, but she had no other word besides incredible.
As she continues to listen to Ronin explain the creation of these beings, Nyra focuses on one in particular, as if trying to discern something. She turns her gaze back over to Ronin to answer his question. She met his smile with one of her own, her eyes widened slightly and the smile showing a tinge of madness.
"It's beautiful. Impressive is not enough to describe it. Maybe I was wrong about you, Ronin. Someone who can do this and still have the word Jedi in their Order is definitely twisted enough to have my company."
Nyra turned back to look at the same Immortal as before, staring at it. She spoke as her eyes narrowed.
"But why don't you have them out? Why leave them cooped up in this room? Are they not useful for anything but wanton destruction? Can they not perform any task other than violence?"
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 20, 2014 7:09:40 GMT -8
Nyra looked over at Ronin with a blank look."So something that does not exist believes in me. Good to know." As the lights finally turned all the way on, Nyra's eyes widened as she saw large number of 'Immortals.' She could feel them, full of rage, yet contained, as if waiting for the order to suddenly leap up and kill everything in sight. Nyra listened intently as Ronin explained the process to create these...people? Nyra was not sure if they qualified for that particular adjective, but she had no other word besides incredible.As she continues to listen to Ronin explain the creation of these beings, Nyra focuses on one in particular, as if trying to discern something. She turns her gaze back over to Ronin to answer his question. She met his smile with one of her own, her eyes widened slightly and the smile showing a tinge of madness."It's beautiful. Impressive is not enough to describe it. Maybe I was wrong about you, Ronin. Someone who can do this and still have the word Jedi in their Order is definitely twisted enough to have my company." Nyra turned back to look at the same Immortal as before, staring at it. She spoke as her eyes narrowed."But why don't you have them out? Why leave them cooped up in this room? Are they not useful for anything but wanton destruction? Can they not perform any task other than violence?"
*And here she doubted me. I can feel the change. She now knows the level of power I am capable of and what I can truly do with it.*
"They were not created to be beautiful, but your compliment is greatly appreciated. As well as your company. Now you understand, it is not arrogance when you can back it up. To boast without proof is a fools errand. As you can see, I am no fool."
*Her youthful exuberance is to be expected. Not all power comes from destruction.*
"I do not need to let them out. They are capable of doing any task I command them to do. Their presence alone guarantees my position as Sovereign ruler. Have you never heard of the battle of Harnaidan? The Court Council here has. The Dark Jedi on Muunilist split into two factions and fought each other. One of my 'former' brothers let the corruption of the dark side go to his head and started a civil war. William Reign then unleashed these 'Marauders' into the city and therein they surrendered. Their destruction complete. After, The Lord Sovereign committed honorable suicide and the Dark Jedi were all but lost and disbanded. I keep the code of the Dark Jedi within me, despite William Reign wanting to end it. With the archives of Muunilist here, I intend to revive what was almost destroyed. With your help of course. As well as the help of other like-minded individuals." |
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 20, 2014 8:25:17 GMT -8
Nyra simply shrugged as Ronin explained they were not created for beauty, along with the other words he exchanged with her own earlier ones.
"It is my experience anyone can be taken for a fool at one time or another. Even myself, as you proved earlier."
Nyra's mad smile returned, and she began fantasizing about the unleashing of these creations upon a helpless world. Cities burning, ships falling from the sky into building. The sky alight with a red glaze, mimicking the blood soaked ground. Millions dead or dying. Herself standing upon a pile of burning corpses, her lightsaber ablaze and her movement quick as she impaled being after being upon it. Finally she came back to reality just in time to listen to Ronin's last few words.
"So I'm here to help revive the Dark Jedi? I'm not exactly a team player when it comes to Orders, but as long as I don't have to take any stupid vows, or pledge myself as a Dark Jedi.....You get the point. I guess you can say I'm....non-denominational when it comes to the Dark Side."
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 22, 2014 18:52:09 GMT -8
Nyra simply shrugged as Ronin explained they were not created for beauty, along with the other words he exchanged with her own earlier ones."It is my experience anyone can be taken for a fool at one time or another. Even myself, as you proved earlier." Nyra's mad smile returned, and she began fantasizing about the unleashing of these creations upon a helpless world. Cities burning, ships falling from the sky into building. The sky alight with a red glaze, mimicking the blood soaked ground. Millions dead or dying. Herself standing upon a pile of burning corpses, her lightsaber ablaze and her movement quick as she impaled being after being upon it. Finally she came back to reality just in time to listen to Ronin's last few words."So I'm here to help revive the Dark Jedi? I'm not exactly a team player when it comes to Orders, but as long as I don't have to take any stupid vows, or pledge myself as a Dark Jedi.....You get the point. I guess you can say I'm....non-denominational when it comes to the Dark Side."
*Perhaps one day when she is ready, I will let her take charge of them and unleash their power upon those who would try to rise against.*
"Foolishness can be associated with youthful exuberance."
*She zones out again and all he can do is smirk some more.*
*Non-denominational eh? Yet again, youthful exuberance.*
"You say you are not a team player and that you are non-denominational when it comes to the dark side now. I promise, you will not feel that way after a while. I like that you prefer not to be labelled and thereby limiting yourself. But once you have been trained and you see the results, I feel that your feelings will change in time. As they did when I said you will not be disappointed, and you told me: 'I never put much stock in someone else's expectations of my own.
'. Correct? Never say never and limit yourself. Learn from the Dark Jedi and move on. Our membership used to be for life, leaving meant certain death. I think that is why it almost perished. That will not be the case if you feel your training is not yielding the results you want and you wish to move on to somewhere else. If you do not feel like your time is wasted and want to continue on as a Jen'Jidai, that can be achieved as well." |
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 22, 2014 20:16:18 GMT -8
Nyra simply shook her head.
"Just because I do not put much stock in other people thoughts about my own does not mean they are always wrong. Not all opinions of my own are wrong. I just prefer to wait and find out if they are right. Think of it as....a short term investment on whether they continue living."
Nyra adjusted her stance as Ronin told her she would want to join the Dark Jedi. She rolled her eyes and put her free hand on her hip. Now she starting to grow tired of this room. It had held her blood lust for a short time, but now she wanted to move on and get to business.
"I like my aged religion the way it is, without name or category and still allowing of undeserved bloodshed on innocents. It's better that way, trust me. But we will see...."
Nyra huffed. She hated it when people got preachy about how they thought she would soon share their views and get on the bandwagon. The most she had ever done was give them a vague statement that equaled little more than a maybe. That was already done, so time to move on.
"So....What now? Can we kill someone? Preferably a fat bureaucrat....or politician...or anyone of significance really."
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 23, 2014 20:07:13 GMT -8
Nyra simply shook her head."Just because I do not put much stock in other people thoughts about my own does not mean they are always wrong. Not all opinions of my own are wrong. I just prefer to wait and find out if they are right. Think of it as....a short term investment on whether they continue living." Nyra adjusted her stance as Ronin told her she would want to join the Dark Jedi. She rolled her eyes and put her free hand on her hip. Now she starting to grow tired of this room. It had held her blood lust for a short time, but now she wanted to move on and get to business."I like my aged religion the way it is, without name or category and still allowing of undeserved bloodshed on innocents. It's better that way, trust me. But we will see...." Nyra huffed. She hated it when people got preachy about how they thought she would soon share their views and get on the bandwagon. The most she had ever done was give them a vague statement that equaled little more than a maybe. That was already done, so time to move on."So....What now? Can we kill someone? Preferably a fat bureaucrat....or politician...or anyone of significance really."
*Enough toying with her. Time to see her in action. I am sure she could slaughter by the hundreds, if unchallenged. Time to move on.*
"A short investment indeed."
*More petulance. Time for a quick history lesson.*
*Ronin crosses his arms over his chest, and looks at her with an arched eyebrow.*
"Aged religion? Here is a quick history lesson about this 'aged religion' you talk about. Before the 'Great Schism', there were no practitioners of the dark side. The Jedi order preached that using emotions could not lead to the type of mastery they had achieved by divorcing themselves of emotion. Xendor, the first Dark Jedi, and his followers disagreed. They challenged the Council and lost. Subsequently, they were all banished and found their way to Korriban, where they met the Sith species and bred with them. The Sith revered them as Gods. Jen'Jedai in the ancient Sith language means Dark Jedi. So if it was not for Xendor and his Dark Jedi. There would be no true knowledge of the dark side. Preachy or not, that is the truth."
*Ronin begins to walk towards the exit.*
"There will be time to sate your lust for chaos later. Besides, fat bureaucrats or politicians or anyone of significance would not be much of a challenge for you. Agreed? So let us find something a little more.....challenging for you to sharpen your skills against."
*Ronin makes sure she is following. If the Immortals sense someone around them that is not Ronin, they will activate and destroy the intruder.* |
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 24, 2014 18:56:02 GMT -8
Nyra merely rolled her eyes at the history lesson.
"But the Dark Jedi ended up ruining an entire race, watering them all down. I could have gotten used to seeing more big, strong, red skinned men in the Galaxy. But they had to interbreed. Given time the Sith as a species could have branched out and spread the Dark Side. Probably in a better way than the original Sith lords did when they tried to get revenge against the Republic..... Plus you have the Rakatan's Infinite Empire. They basically breathed the Dark Side."
Nyra smirked. A lot of what she said was based off opinion and speculation, but it was still something for Ronin to think about, at least in her mind. She turned back to watch another Immortal, tapping into the rage that flowed from it. She smiled, the same smile she always did, with a twinkle of insanity in her eye.
"I don't really mind who I kill, you should have realized that for now, but a challenge would be interesting. I just like how people who think they are important tend to beg for their lives in the end. It's really hilarious."
Nyra turned back to see Ronin walking off, and she hurried after him.
"You could have told me we were moving on. So...where are we walking off to now?"
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 24, 2014 20:22:10 GMT -8
Nyra merely rolled her eyes at the history lesson."But the Dark Jedi ended up ruining an entire race, watering them all down. I could have gotten used to seeing more big, strong, red skinned men in the Galaxy. But they had to interbreed. Given time the Sith as a species could have branched out and spread the Dark Side. Probably in a better way than the original Sith lords did when they tried to get revenge against the Republic..... Plus you have the Rakatan's Infinite Empire. They basically breathed the Dark Side." Nyra smirked. A lot of what she said was based off opinion and speculation, but it was still something for Ronin to think about, at least in her mind. She turned back to watch another Immortal, tapping into the rage that flowed from it. She smiled, the same smile she always did, with a twinkle of insanity in her eye."I don't really mind who I kill, you should have realized that for now, but a challenge would be interesting. I just like how people who think they are important tend to beg for their lives in the end. It's really hilarious." Nyra turned back to see Ronin walking off, and she hurried after him."You could have told me we were moving on. So...where are we walking off to now?"
*Impressive. But the Rakatan were not the first successful users. Not in the sense she is thinking about. However, she does merit the point of the Sith being watered down. Not in the way she believes.*
"Ironically, that is the downside of being bred out. Nowadays all you have are false idols and pretenders. The Rakatan, at one time practiced the dark side. That is until their own creation severed them from the dark side. So technically they did practice first, but the Star Forge sealed their fate and doomed them. So they were not successful users of the dark side. "
*Once she caught up, he continued onward.*
"I know you do not mind whom you kill. I agree that making a stuffy noble beg for their lives when they never had to beg for anything before, is amusing and delightfully ironic. However, I need these nobles. Alive. At least until they are no longer useful. When they have out lived their usefulness to me, I will be sure to send you to meet them."
*Ronin smirked at this. He found someone that could do it for him and keep the deception of the other nobles from finding out his true intentions.*
"We are on our way to finding ample entertainment for you. Please, if you will, follow me."
*He leads her up a winding staircase. Marble stones lined in krayt pearl all the way up to the Main foyer.* |
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Post by Nyra Rishtar on Jul 25, 2014 7:34:06 GMT -8
"Okay, the Rakatan are a bad example. But as you said there were other users before them. And the Dark Side is everywhere. It's not like no one would be able to use it just because some Dark Jedi never went to Korriban and went native."
Nyra crossed her arms as she followed next to Ronin. She frowned at the fanciness of even the stairs. The money use to make them could have been used for better things, like investing in a bunch of ruthless outlaws to instill fear in the populace. The list of other useless ways to spend money to murder, torture, and instill fear flashed through her mind.
"You could just kill them anyway and put puppet politicians in their place....They're always so much more agreeable. And you don't have to pay them as much."
Nyra fell behind Ronin so they would not be pressed together up the stairs and huffed again.
"Oh believe me, I'm following. Let's hope you and I have similar tastes in entertainment. I hope years of refined living hasn't stunted your idea of pure violence."
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Post by Count Ronin Nalju on Jul 26, 2014 18:48:27 GMT -8
"Okay, the Rakatan are a bad example. But as you said there were other users before them. And the Dark Side is everywhere. It's not like no one would be able to use it just because some Dark Jedi never went to Korriban and went native." Nyra crossed her arms as she followed next to Ronin. She frowned at the fanciness of even the stairs. The money use to make them could have been used for better things, like investing in a bunch of ruthless outlaws to instill fear in the populace. The list of other useless ways to spend money to murder, torture, and instill fear flashed through her mind."You could just kill them anyway and put puppet politicians in their place....They're always so much more agreeable. And you don't have to pay them as much." Nyra fell behind Ronin so they would not be pressed together up the stairs and huffed again."Oh believe me, I'm following. Let's hope you and I have similar tastes in entertainment. I hope years of refined living hasn't stunted your idea of pure violence."
"The Dark side is indeed everywhere, but the fact still remains that if it had not been for Xendor and his brethren; we would not have the fun we do today."
*As they continue on they get to a hall of doors. It is just as long as the one downstairs. This estate is huge.*
*She may not like all this wealth, but she might change her tune once she sees the other rooms. Especially my favorite "Workout Room".*
"I could kill them and replace them all with HRD's. But nothing in this Galaxy is better than bending another persons will, to your own through fear and respect. Because of the Immortals, no one dares oppose me with physical means. They are too afraid. Besides, if I wanted an agreeable fool following me around, I would have bought a Protocol droid."
*Ronin finally comes to the door to his "Workout Room". He opens and gestures for Nyra to enter.*
"While I do thoroughly enjoy assaulting a persons mind, I have not lost the taste for the occasional touch of the Ultra-violence." |
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