GrizzTheMauler

The Burning of Volstryggr: Reborn (Fantasy Murder-Mystery RP)

Tempted to modify Vilkas and throw him in this.

[Coruscant, 6 ATC 4] A House Divided II: A Little Wrong

The night was calm, as Akira drove the speeder to the Senate building. There was a lot riding on this half of the mission and they would see it done. So far the plan had gone well and they had what they needed to get access to the Senator’s offices. The only hard part was getting in and out of the building now. Guards were everywhere and they rarely took chances or the benefit of the doubt. No, what Akira needed was a distraction so they could get inside. Such was easy to handle, what with the rotation list at hand they slipped in and took out a section of the building’s power. As the alarm blared Akira raced to the other side and slipped in.

The going from here was tough, touch and go, two steps forward and one back as they stealthily made their way up. The Senator’s office was on the twenty-fifth floor in the eastern wing. A quick test of the ventilation system proved that would not be a good idea as there was a sonic motion detector at a set interval. They would be in there all day trying to disable them as they moved up the floors. Instead, they took a different way. Breaking into an office with a balcony they looked around, leaned over the balcony and shot their grapple up.

The climbing was rough, as the winds started to pick up and often Akira needed to hide from patrolling guards. One time they needed to hang from pot off the side as a guard came out for a smoke break. Akira plastered themselves to the wall, suit helping them blend into the relatively dark background. The guard was there for ten minutes before heading back inside. Unhooking the grapple they kept climbing.

It took the better part of an hour, between almost getting caught by some guards and passing patrol vehicles before they reached the floor they needed. “Alright, senator, let’s see what you’ve got…” They pulled out the keycard and gained entry to the offices. Making a cursory sweep they headed over to the computer, cracking the password and checking the servers to sweep them when the light outside turned on. Shutting off the monitor Akira leaped into action, jumping into a nearby vent and holding the vent closed. They wouldn’t be seen there and could hear the guards talking.

“Dunno, boss said we need to check everything. He thinks there’s someone snooping around.” One said. The light flicked on and they looked around.

“I doubt it. Come on, you know how the Senator hates having anyone in her office… Besides if anyone is here they would have chosen the higher floors where the Trade Senators are. Come on, nothing to see here.” The footsteps walked away as the light went out.

Letting out their breath Akira rolled out of the vent after a bit, placing the cover back like they had never used it. The file sweep was nearly complete and barring taking a datapad, they had collected what they needed to. They would of course save a copy before handing it over, for personal reading and to add to the database. The contractor wouldn’t mind, of course. They still had the Phantom Eyes by the proverbial groin with the ship.

That thought nearly cost them the mission, as they missed resetting an alarm. Eyes widening they chastised themselves as they shut it off, darting over to the balcony and hailing Ixon.

“I can hear sirens from here.” The zabrak’s scowl could be heard in their ear.

“Shut up and ready the escape. I’m thinking of going up. Can you meet me there?” They shot the grapple up and quickly ascended before the guards could see which way they went. Getting to the balcony they made their way inside to the stairs, using the grapple to ascend faster. Along the way they came across some guards and took them out quickly and efficiently, leaving them cold while they took one of the coms.

“Suspect tripped a stair alarm. We have a few officers not responding.” A voice shouted into the coms.

It was Akira’s turn to scowl as they used the guard’s keycard to open the door to the halls revealing a security droid. They dispatched them quickly, running off to another balcony to ascend that way. The coms exploded when they found the downed guards and all forces were ordered to find them. Akira was only a few more floors to the roof when they took to the stairs again running up them and out onto the roof. Ixon pulled up alongside the roof and Akira jumped in as guards poured out after them. Dodging blaster fire Ixon expertly steered the vehicle away and off into the busy pathways. It was a simple matter for the zabrak to drop their tail and they made their way back to the hideout to lay low.

“Frekking hells, Ak, that was rough.” Ixon shook his head as he stretched out on the couch. “This intel better be worth it.”

“Agreed. It went off as smooth as we could have hoped. I expected way more guards. They had most of the droids powered down it seems. We got lucky.” Their eyes went to the datapad and the stick containing everything they needed. “I’ll have Oracle get word to our employers. Wouldn’t want them to think we failed. What is the status of the ship?”

“Tinker finished the scans and Rogue is sending it back. He’ll do a better job than Jigsaw. Especially since we can just wave that pass Jedi Rekka gave him at them. He’ll drop it off and make his way out by tomorrow evening.” Ixon happily reported.

“Perfect. Keep me posted on that. The sooner we get it out of our hands the better. I need to shower and change. Do be a dear and get some dinner.” Akira waved as they headed to their bedroom.

[Coruscant, 6 ATC 4] A House Divided II: A Little Wrong

Akira

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The gala was being held at the Skysitter Restaurant in the Senate District. Akira herself had been there before, usually to meet with Rekka and drop off her information. They made it their habit to know all about the locations of the places that they need to case. With their organization on the line they would do everything they could to succeed in the mission.

Making their way to the hotel where the dead drop was located, Akira found it relatively easy to slip in and find their room. The dress was an easy pick, a simple yet elegant red and black dress with ruffles that could hold everything they needed. A little padding on the chest and the look was complete with a silver mask and black heels. A quick touch of makeup and they were set.

They had a chauffeur from the hotel take them to the ball, and with their clutch in hand they started making their way inside. This was the first challenge. They presented their invitation but the guard insisted on checking everyone, as the Senator was rather paranoid over something. Akira expected the extra security but this level put them off a bit. They managed to hide their earpiece before the guard could pat check them and behind them a loud masculine voice growled at the man.

“Oy! It ain’t right to manhandle a lady.” Ixon growled as he made his way over. The imposing Zabrak stared down at the guard, who swallowed and let them pass, Ixon keeping a hand at their back. When they were out of earshot of the guard he grunted. “Well, that was a bit close. The equipment drop is located in the restroom. When we get up there head over to fix your makeup or something.”

“Good. With that, we’ll make as if I’m sick and get ready for phase two.” Akira smiled under their mask. “It’s exciting, pulling a heist like this again.”

“Indeed. I met you on an op. I believe it was that abduction op.: Ixon smirked. They split when the elevator doors opened to the restaurant. Akira made it to the bathroom. A quick scan didn’t reveal where the drop was but they knew Ixon’s favored locations and found what they were looking for. They took it, just in time as the door opened. Smiling sweetly at the portly woman who commented on their beauty they made their exit.

The Gala was lively, senators and wealthy patrons walking around talking. This level was meant for hosting parties, with various wines and dishes sitting on tables. They noticed several members talking about the bill and a surprising amount were a bit… Too for it.

‘I sense a bit of… Swaying, happening.’ They thought to themselves. The security here was even tighter than it was downstairs but they were not infallible. It seems Ixon had done his part well, his charm working on the senator a bit and he had managed to get her to take a drink, even going so far as to subtly flirt with her. It is only a matter of time, making sure that her drinks are flowing and as she sits, Ixon makes the switch, a smooth handoff of her clutch.

Faking illness for a moment Akira takes it to the bathrooms, taking a stall and getting to work. They copy the card with a blank, and just as they are about to leave a shriek sounds as the senator can’t find her clutch. Acting swiftly, Akira makes a hasty switch, Ixon taking the small purse and revealing that he found it on a nearby table, calming her down. Due to the way she’s been getting drinks all night, Akira gets away, leaving the party behind.

The open air is lovely to Akira, as they hide away in an alley to strip off their dress and gather their equipment. “Got to be out before midnight..”

[Coruscant, 6 ATC 4] A House Divided II: A Little Wrong

Akira

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Akira had been working for a few hours when the light lit on the door. Putting their mask on, while pressing the buttons to fill the room with a dense fog, merely for the intimidation factor they pressed another button to open the door. "Enter." Scanning their eyes over the new figure they noted several things, the bartender having sent them a report before they entered. "What can the Eye do for Coronet Analytica, today?" Their robot voice flowed smoothly over the words, rolling a small metal ball in their hand. "We haven't worked with your group, yet. I assume you need something from us."

The man looked slightly uncomfortable. "Yes. My, uh, superiors are requesting a partnership with your group. We have found ourselves in dire need of information, and with your recent exploits in toppling Jurgen and his smuggling gang, and the recommendation of Jedi Knight Rekka Jorga; we feel you and your people would be able to produce the best results." He paused. "That and... We have information on one of your recent... Acquisitions."

Akira's blood went cold. They kept their features neutral, only narrowing their eyes. "I see. Offering both the carrot and the stick." They made a mental note to get the ship back as soon as they could. They only needed it for the blueprints, of course. They sighed, the sound coming as a whir through the mask. "Very well. Tell him that the Eyes will allow his request."

The man sighs, relieved somewhat. "Uh, here is the datapad. We need you to look into two people, both Senators. Shae Yun, Senator for Castell and Tarth Kolat, Senator of Iridonia. We need you to compile logs of their activity in the last several months leading preceding their statements."

Akira nods as they looked over the datapad. "I will see to it personally. I assume I can complete this alongside my own missions, yes?" They reached over to a console and tapped a button, giving an alert to their agents in the field. "We will have the information you seek soon." They watched the man leave, a voice com popping up.

"Damn... They noticed." Ix was slightly irritated, his voice groggy.

"I was under the impression you had made a clean getaway, Ixon Malkov. Either way, have the Oracle arrange for me to get into Senator Yun's gala tonight. Some sort of wedding anniversary thing. Use the favor from the Bedlam incident last month as leverage, and then data-mine the storage banks for whatever we can dig up on Kolat. Yun is quite traditional and paranoid as of late. I had assumed something was up."

"We'll get right on that. You sure you can handle such a ritzy party?"

"As much as I hate going undercover, it's necessary. We'll need a quick dead drop for some various items, but female guests are rarely checked beyond purses." They ended the call, standing and heading out of the room and back to the lair. It was time for a ball.

[Coruscant, 6 ATC 4] A House Divided II: A Little Wrong

Akira

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Today was supposed to be the start of a vacation. They had intended to leave a week prior but as always, something new happened in the republic. And as usual, the Clients demanded answers. They had money, of course, as no information was free. Akira understood that very well. Adjusting their outfit they put un their mask and headed over to the main communications room. As Akira entered, holoscreens winked to life, displaying the vast amounts of data at their disposal. They took up a seat at their massive desk, a sleek black data console, which lit up when she touched it. Scanning the contents of the screens they flicked their eyes over to the News Sector, a corner of holoscreens that had various news networks on it. Listening to it for a bit they muted it as they focused on Agent reports. Their main Agents, aptly named the Hand, were their foothold into all the little secrets of the world.

What they found, however darkened their mood. More missing agents, three new resignations and grid wipes, and two of their informants were dead. The door pinged and opened to reveal their most trusted of agents, Ix, a tall Zabrak in a sleek black outfit. "I see you've finally deemed to walk among the living again, Eye." His voice rumbled with humor. He reengaged the lock after him. "We've got some bad news. Uri, Ko'Dar, Maliz and Ren are missing. Rys… Turned up dead. One of our old contacts found him."

Akira scowled behind their mask. "And we still have no answers. This is not good, Ix." They looked out the window to the rest of the city. "I want answers. I want them last week. I guess it might be time to head into the field again." They sighed. "And here I had hoped to be halfway to a resort by now. How goes the work on the Nexus."

"Our patrons have not dropped their support." The man crossed his arms. "It's still several months till we are ready for testing the ship. For now, we've secured a Thunderclap. Took a bit of extortion and a few favors called in but we have a new ship. It's being retrofitted to the specs requested. As for general funds, we won't run out till I'm old."

Akira rolled their eyes. "Quit calling me old, Ix. We're nearly the same age and you're older." They stand, heading over to a door, opening it to reveal an elevator that they take down to the armory. "I'll keep you out in the field for now. We need more agents in the field. We're down to what now, seven of us?" Shaking their head they grunt. "It's taking all we can to keep up the illusion that we are everywhere now... Someone is out there cutting the delicate web I've spun. And I'm not going to just sit here and take it. Now, I'm going to go have a nice relaxing dinner at the Cantina. Keep me posted." Slipping on their weapons and the many daggers, Akira pulls up the hood of their cloak and takes a back entrance out. Ix will show himself out when he's rested up. They had their special communicator with them just in case they were needed. After exiting the building they seamlessly blended into the crowd. It was a speeder ride to the Phantom Glass where with a quick nod to the bartender, they made their way to the back room. This is where everyone _thought_ the Phantom Eyes worked out of. Here they took off their hood and mask. They were not expecting company any time soon, as no one entered without their permission. They ate while they did some research, looking at the news feeds and occasionally checking the network for anything from their agents.

[Jedi] Tython

Padawan Takryn Malkovi

[Coruscant, 6 ATC 4] A House Divided II: A Little Wrong

The Eye

Name: Akira “The Eye” Zexal

Occupation and Affiliation: Information Broker, works with/for Consular Rekka Jorga, is the leader of the reconnaissance group; Phantom Eyes.

Description: Akira is a Human with pale skin standing at 1.7 meters tall and wiry build. Their clothes have many pockets, each holding some sort of blade or gadget they uses for stealth. Their stance is confident yet light, ready for anything. Their dark black hair is kept well styled and out of Their face. When not wearing their mask, a few wrinkles can be seen on a somewhat androgynous face. They use a voice changer at all times when dealing with clients and agents.

Background: Akira has been working behind the scenes gathering and collecting information about the Republic, using it to sell to those who would like to know these things. They were found at a young age by Jedi Knight Rekka Jorga, who needed information on a city. They entered a working relationship, which has been quite beneficial for them. They rose in power, slipping under the moniker “The Eye”. Very few knew their actual identity, and they would like to keep it that way.

It has come to their attention recently that several informants have gone dark, their agents either killed silently or in one case, exploded. For the first time they are not getting the answers they seek, their clients are pulling out and something needs to be done.

[Coruscant, 6 ATC 4] A House Divided II: A Little Wrong

The Eye

Name: Akira “The Eye” Zexal

Occupation and Affiliation: Information Broker, works with/for Consular Rekka Jorga

Description: Akira is a Human with pale skin standing at 1.7 meters tall and wiry build. Their clothes have many pockets, each holding some sort of blade or gadget they uses for stealth. His stance is confident yet light, ready for anything. His dark black hair is kept well styled and out of his face. When not wearing their mask, a few wrinkles can be seen on a somewhat androgynous face. They use a voice changer at all times when dealing with clients and agents.

Background: Akira has been working behind the scenes gathering and collecting information about the Republic, using it to sell to those who would like to know these things. They were found at early in their career by Jedi Knight Rekka Jorga, who needed information on a city. They entered a working relationship, which has been quite beneficial for them. They rose in power, slipping under the moniker “The Eye”. Very few knew their actual identity, and they would like to keep it that way.

It has come to their attention recently that several informants have gone dark, their agents either killed silently or in one case, exploded. For the first time they are not getting the answers they seek, their clients are pulling out and something needs to be done.

[On Hold] Caxal the Blackheart

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Imperial personnel files

Name: Caxal Konahrik
Species: Sith Pureblood
Pureblood percentage: 100%
Homeworld: Korriban
Age: 42
Gender: Male
Rank: Apprentice (Warrior)
Master: Darth Theya Katherion
Former master(s):
Apprentice(s): Pilum Jurgon, Vex Dedalus, Morrigan Organa
Sphere of influence: Military Strategy

Imperial Intelligence Reports

_{Detailed appearance. Imagery insufficient.}

Caxal in Armor

Caxal unarmored in the city

The first thing one notes about Calax, is the intense aura of intimidation. He’s a towering figure, standing well over two meters in height, combined with the dark armor and tattered cloak. Outside of combat he wears a half mask, as the bottom half of his face was mutilated during his time as an Acolyte. Various scars can be seen when he is at rest, covering nearly every inch of his body. His eyes are a deep red, nearly the color of blood.

His battle armor is a dark grey metal, tied with a belt at his waist. His boots are tipped with spikes, and he keeps his armor generally clean, albeit a few permanent scuffs and scratches. When in battle, he wields two lightsabers, as well as occasionally throwing out a pair of black chakrams that he can throw out if needed. Hidden inside his cloak is a small dagger, should he ever find himself without a weapon. His second and tertiary weapons are alchemically enhanced, and able to block lightsabers and blasters.

_{Report on natural ability with the Force, as well as all known Force Techniques and the skill level.}

Telekinesis(Push, Jump, Pull, Choke and Throw included): Advanced Training
Telekinetic Defense: Trained Talent
Crucitorn: Intermediate Training
Force Drain/’Force Rage: Known, Untrained Talent
Battle Meditation: Trained Talent
Precognition: Intermediate Training
Force Stasis/Stun/Deflection: Intermediate Training

Apprentice Caxal is well known by the General and his men for his use of the force. Whether he’s shoving enemy Jedi around with his Throw, or using his telekinesis to manipulate the environment, he is very well adept in his training. -Commander Jakob on Caxal’s dossier

It has come to my attention that Caxal subconsciously uses Force Drain.. At the Sacking, he Pulled a jedi to himself, after taking off his arms. Before killing him he Drained the Jedi as he died. He seemed unsure of this power, and it is observed that he has not trained it further as of late. It is one of the few things he has asked me to not push him into. For now, I will accept his decision as he proves useful without it. -Darth Katherion’s personal note

_{Report on skills not directly rooted in the Force, including level of skill}

Combat Tactics: Well Trained Talent
Caxal’s main focus is combat. He holds it above all his other skills, spending days at a time honing his skills and gaining experience..

Politicking: Intermediate training
Caxal is quite able to maneuver his way through politics. He has a bit of an advantage as a Pureblooded Sith, keeping most from testing him. He has very little patience for it, however, and only participates when necessary.

Piloting: Intermediate Training
From speeders to small craft, Caxal has moderate experience as it is sometimes necessary to getting to missions

_{Report on known combat experience, training and lightsaber training.}

As a Titled Warrior, Caxal is very proficient in combat. He has been focusing his efforts on developing his own style of a combination of Form VI combining the manipulation of the environment of Sokan with his chakrams and Telekinesis.

Forms I-V: Intermediate Training
Form III: Well-Trained Talent
Form VI: Advanced Training
Form VII: Intermediate Training(Has begun to learn this form more as he develops his skills)

Exotic Skills:

Cho Sei/Cho Mok/Mou Kei: Advanced Training
Caxal prefers these forms as a core part of his fighting style. When facing an actual threat he fully utilizes this form with Form III using his chakrams to attack as he defends with his sabers.

Dun Moch: Caxal is arrogant in battle with those he sees as weaker, jeering them as he methodically takes them down. When training his own apprentices he’s more studious, correcting them as he uses a special set of weapons as to “give them a chance”.

Sokan: Well-Trained Talent. Caxal is intently trained in this method, as it is imperative to his personal style.

_{Detailed notes on political influence and associates.}

Underlings:

Commander Adran Ikorus- Usually brings him along his missions. Both men have mutual respect for each other, though Caxal has him on loan from Admiral Kartoss. Both see the pairing as beneficial, Caxal as a method of transporting himself and his Apprentices and Adran as it gave him his promotion, though he was a little miffed at first since he’s at Caxal’s beck and call.

Urgon Knox: Is employed to handle the affairs of Caxal’s estate.

Apprentices:

Pilum Rok: Pureblood Sith, Sphere of Law and Justice. Highly motivated in Politics and the study of People in general. A watchful eye and generally independent of his Master. His first Apprentice. Often found learning on his own in the courts and stateroom. Would very much like to ascend to Lordship, and knows that being under a man who has stood out as much as Caxal has is a good method. Extremely loyal to him and Darth Katherion both. He keeps an eye out for anyone trying to one-up his masters.

Morrigan Ividia: Human^{11% Sith}, Sphere of Ancient Knowledge. Morrigan is heavily invested in the arcane, swiftly learning the arts of Sith Sorcery and Alchemy. Morrigan is intent on becoming a Sith Lord. Has a good relationship with Darth Katherion, being allowed access to training from a Scientist three months of the year. Often found on Archeological digs, looking to discover something new for her Master, and by default, Darth Katherion.

Vex Daedalus: Human. Sphere of Mysteries. When not training alongside her master, Vex is seen learning the art of stealth and infiltration. She travels almost everywhere with Caxal, intent to learn all she can from the Warrior. She holds him almost higher in regard to his own master, Darth Katherion, as she fears her more than respects her. The woman deeply terrifies her. Often covered in bruises from sparring Caxal, though wears them with Pride as she can see herself getting a lot stronger for it.

_{Detailed notes on known rivals and enemies, outside and within the Empire.}

Rival: Kurin Tonaal
Fellow apprentice under Darth Katherion. Both seem to look for the oppurtunity to one-up the other. Usually ends with a duel.

_{List and description of other known associates, including underlings.}

Admiral Kartoss: Studied Tactics under him and has done several missions incurring high Favor
General Arkon: Moderately High Favor: gifted Caxal with his current housing and slaves.

_{List of known all ownerships, including vessels, non-standard equipment, slaves and locations.}

A large apartment on Balmorra near one of the seas. Has three slaves that keep the place running while he’s away, all male.

A Bloodmark ship painted black with red streak, generally transported in Commander Ikorus’ ship, the Horizon’s Maw, a Fury Interceptor. Caxal’s ship is lovingly called the Bloodhound.

Slaves: Azra(Human), Rivan(Zabrak), Alession(Human)

_{Psychological evaluation of candidate.}

Caxal is driven by his honor, ambition and bloodlust. He is at home on the battlefield, having unlocked Battle Meditation quite early, and he rarely loses himself to the pure blood rage that most Warriors have. He is calculated and almost always several steps ahead of his opponent. He refuses to engage anyone he deems not a threat, merely tossing them aside and moving forward. He is determined to be the strongest warrior in the galaxy, and that dying in battle is the greatest of honors. He is very jovial and sometimes comes off as stupid, though this hides the fact that he has already most likely won the fight he is in. He encourages his fellow Apprentices to take him on, at one point giving critiques during the fight. After a sparring match he will often treat his opponent to drinks.

When it comes to Politics, Caxal is adamantly against participating. The Subject has stated that any Political argument is just a fight with words. He doesn’t care for words so much as actions, and prefers his fights with weapons to be of higher import.

_{List and description of known and suspected flaws. To be put into restricted database.}

Pride, Greed, Arrogance. Terrible at subtlety outside of combat, has no mercy for those who defy him.

During the sacking he actually secretly saved many innocent lives using his chakrams to stop blaster bolts from hitting kids. While there is death there is absolutely no reason to ever harm a child. He holds great disdain for the academy but knows without it he'd never had gotten his drive.

He has patience for the subtle game of Politics, even though he has skill in it.

_{known interests of the candidate.}

Agent has expressed interest and proclivity for personal training.
An agent has seen him going visiting the club Exotic Encounters on Balmoora when on leave.
Caxal has admitted that he is interested in the fight pits hosted by the Hutts

_{Major achievements on record.}

Achieved the title of Warrior
Partook in the Sacking of Coruscant
Has killed many jedi over his career

_{Major failures on record. Confidential.}

As an Acolyte he was sent on a mission to find and kill Jedi. He ended up ambushed and they nearly killed him. He barely won the fight but his overseer counted it as a massive failure.

During a Raid on a Jedi Temple he failed to kill the children inside, instead sent them to an Academy for reeducation.

Interview

_{Personal biography, as detailed by the candidate for use in imperial archives. Acquired shortly after last achievement of note.}

The Subject, named Caxal Kohnarik, was born sometime in mid Summer. He was taken in at three years of age when he showed signs of being force sensitive. He showed himself to be a fierce fighter, and a terrifying force when angered. During the Sacking, he took on a full squad of soldiers alone, and when he came out, covered head to toe in blood, he was grinning. Forgive me for saying this, but he had this look of sheer satisfaction, and hunger. He stated that he’d never felt more alive.

He proceeded to head off the main forces while others destroyed the Temple, he was sent over to assist in the attack on the Senate. I… I have a hard time describing the events that happened next. They say that some sort of force came over him. He overcame a group of jedi using the full force of his abilities. Then… He seemed to pull something from the last one. He seemed to be a bit shaken by it but moved on, carving a path of blood through the republic forces. I had heard tales of his combat prowess but to see it in action, he is truly a Warrior.

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You don’t really “learn” in the Academy. At least not when you’ve become an acolyte. Hell, my Overseer hated me. He would give me the worst missions possible, telling me that he hoped I’d die. I came close once. I was about to become an Apprentice and well, his final “Test” was to hunt an actual Jedi Padawan. Of course he wasn’t alone. I managed to kill the Padawan but I couldn’t bring back the saber like the Overseer wanted, so he marked it as a failure.

I met my Master that day. She’d spotted something in me she said and wanted me. I quickly became her favorite fighter. There was no challenge too great for me. Then I met Kurin. A right bastard, that one. I trounced him in sparring, of course. I had developed my abilities since I was being trained by several Warriors. Master Katherion wanted me to be the strongest fighter. So I did that. Holocrons of a multitude of techniques were made available as she was more impressed with my skills. When she sent me on missions I came back with high marks, garnering Favor from the military sector.

I did enough that she sent me in her stead at the sacking of Coruscant. Oh what a fun time that was… I’ll admit I didn’t really kill any civilians, only the troopers and a commander. It was a fantastic fight. Master was highly pleased at Admiral Kartoss’ report. So much so that she told me she would give me more freedom to do what I want. I spent a full month at my estate. I’ll leave what I did with my slaves to your imagination.

Currently I’ve been taking a more passive role, dealing with any spies we come across, guarinding some digs for the Archeology sector. It’s not great, I’d rather be out fighting, but I’ve been promised a good fight recently… It seems that Master has found me a new mission. And boy does it look like fun.

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I found Pilum while he was out on a mission to one of the digs to over see them. His mind is sharp and I was interested in finding an apprentice to cover my disdain for Politics. He has proven quite useful, able to be trusted with many freedoms. He arranged my affairs at home when he found Urgon. He and Adran do not usually see eye-to-eye on most affairs, as Adran is rather blunt.

Morrigan is an interesting apprentice. She and my master get along decently well, and I secured her a chance to train with a Scientist three months of the year in exchange for helping retrieve a rare artifact from a dig. Nearly lost one of my eyes there as tensions between Jedi and Sith blew up when one of the Jedi Shadows was found snooping in our camp and was killed. I managed to escort the artifact, an old holocron, out to safety. I would have very much liked to stay there but Morrigan isn’t as combat inclined as I am. And I had my mission.

Vex is the last of my Apprentices. Though she is soft spoken, she is determined to follow in my footsteps, though in more covert means. She would make an excellent Assassin. It is becoming increasingly clear that she is rather terrified of my Master, which I very much understand. She was with me when one of my fellow apprentices had failed so spectacularly that Master had me kill him. I would have preferred to let him fight me before I killed him but one does as Darth Katherion orders.

After gaining his Apprenticeship under Darth Katherion he was sent out raid a Jedi Temple. Upon finding children there he’d killed every teacher he saw, keeping the kids hidden and shipping them off planet. The slight was let go when he had them taken to one of the Academies. His recorded punishment was 50 lashes administered by one of Darth Katherion's Sith Lords. Upon later hearing that many of the children he'd saved did not make it, he looked into the Academy and found the Overseer abusing many of the students with impossible tasks. With his Master's permission he started an audit that turned into a deathmatch with the Overseer running the Academy, however he was not as combat oriented as Apprentice Caxal and was dispatched. Inquisitors sent to the Academy noted that every limb had been cut off and cauterized before Caxal beheaded the man.

When

[Jedi] Tython

Takryn

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Grunting, Takryn shifted the crystal in his hands. His entire fate rested on this small red crystal. He’d been at it for weeks now, trying his hardest to change the color. He’d passed the trials before it, his Skill was undeniable, forms a fluid grace born of his talent with the Force. He had trained for months, building his power to shift multiple boulders. His test had been to lift himself. A difficult task that had eluded him for days. He’d succeeded, to Rekka’s amusement. She laughed when he held himself aloft only to fall several dozen meters into the brackish water on Dagobah. He had to do it again as she told him “You have achieved flight, yes. But the important part is to land. You must follow through on your actions, young one.”

His Trial of Courage had him set, alone, to journey across the stars and meet Rekka on the next planet. He would have to remain unnoticed, arriving there in one piece. Well.. It had gone all wrong. First he had spotted several known bounty hunters about the ship. He’d managed to avoid most of them, only to be caught and taken an Inquisitor. Rekka had a Shadow following Takryn, just in case something when wrong. They had rescued him, after a week of searching. He’d passed the Trial of Flesh, which he was not sure if he should be fine with. He’d hoped that it would have been a bit less.. Dramatic.

Either way, he was on a ship heading to Tython, hoping to see one of the Healers there, who could help him recover, as the Inquisitor had left him with a nasty curse. While it didn’t fully do what it intended, he was left with some sort of shadowy taint on his right side, where the athame had sank into him. He rubbed at it absentmindedly, rolling the crystal in his other hand.

“Penny for your thoughts, young one?” A soft voice called. Mirth appeared on her fiace when Takryn flinched slightly. She often loved to sneak up on him. “You appear troubled. Is it your wounds?”

“More of my dignity, Master.” Takryn grunted. “And this test.”

She patted his shoulder. “Give it time. You have been through a very rough week. When we get to Tython I will show you the Temple. It is a beautiful place.”

“I thought you didn’t like the place, Master.” Takryn raises an eyebrow. “Too stuffy, you said.”

“Oh those old Jedi tend to go on and on about something new they found in the Texts.” She chuckled. “I find them all a bit… Stuffy.”

“Admit that you want to see your husband, Master.” Takryn shook his head. “You keep mentioning that you would like an excuse to meet him. What better excuse than to drop me off like a sandbag and run off to see him.”

"If I wanted to, I would have had you fight him for your trial of Flesh. Had him whip some respect into you, boy." Her chuckles are filled with mirth. "Either way, we are arriving." The soft snap of the drop from hyperspace showed them the planet Tython. Taking up the coms she calls in to the Docks. Frowning at something she hears she growls into the com. "This is Master Rekka Jorga, I have an appointment with the Healers here for my Padawan. He has been cursed and needs to be Healed as soon as possible. Now if you have a problem with that, I'll call Satele. You wouldn't want that." A long pause. "Thank you."

"Trouble, Master?"

"Nothing to concern your pretty head. You are here to rest not fight. You have your task. I expect it to be done when I come back within the next two weeks. I have already alerted the Masters there, when you succeed, let them know."

Takryn sighed. "Yes, Master-" A strange feeling passed over him as he looked at the planet. He shook it off. "Just a aftershock from the attack. It's... Clawing into me still. Our biggest concern is that." He points to the sky. "That's a Force storm... Isn't it."

If Rekka could pale, she would do so now. "Strap in. You're the better pilot." She switches places with Takryn. "I'll do my best to hold up a shield." She opened up comms with the planet. "This is Master Rekka Jorga. We're already set to descend planetside."

"We copy Master Jorga. The Planet is currently under Threat Level Three. We have confirmed that a Dark Force User has landed on Tython. If you can descend do so safely and we have a few Sages out helping shuttles land."

"Very well, coming down now." Rekka nodded to Takryn who starts the descent.

It's more than a little rough, as the planet calms down. Rekka nods at it and Takryn just wonders what caused it. "Is that... Common?"

"More than you think." Rekka sighs. "It is highly force sensitive. It exists within the dicotimy of Light and Dark. Two sides of the Force, yet the Jedi settled here. I'm sure the Loremasters can tell you more as you recover here." They land smoothly, Takryn collecting his pack and shifting it on his shoulder. They exit the craft, with a nod to the guards and are escorted to the Infirmary. "This is where I leave you. I will let Satele know we've arrived but I leave in the morning. You have your test to finish, and I hope you learn more about yourself."

"Yes Master Jorga."