Darth Nihilus. Some called him a wound of the force. Some called him the lord of hunger. One thing is always true though. He was one of the most powerful Sith Lords in history. Sith with knowledge of the history of the ancient lords remeber Nihilus as well as Darth Bane or Darth Sidious. Even if he isn't talked about as much. When the Sith council heard news of a possible item that belonged to Nihilus, they were quick to act. Summoning four apprentices to discrete location on New Bethrezen. At that location was a small building where the four apprentices sat, a holotable at the center of the room.
A few hours after the last apprentice arrived, a Union intelligence operative quietly entered the room. His expression was neutral as he looked at the apprentices. He slowly walked towards the holotable, placing his hands on it. The operative gave a long, tired sigh. "I'm assuming you all are wondering why you are here. Well. I have news, news that might just be worth telling." The operative activated the holotable, from it, a mask was projected. The mask of Darth Nihilus. "Now I'm no Sith. But I do know just how important this thing is to the Sith. As the council acted quicker than I have ever seen them act." The operative took a long look at the apprentices, making sure he had their attention before continuing. "If I may. Could one of you please tell me what exactly this mask is?"
"If the Council gave you instructions to gather a team, but no information on the relic itself, I think it's safe to assume they want you in the dark." Darth Strigus recognized the mask, and had heard horror stories of Darth Nihilus draining entire worlds of life. These may have been exaggerations, but if the mask had even a fraction of Nihilus' power, it would be very potent, especially if kept secret. What powers it actually held were unknown to him, and evidently to the operative as well, so he made a mental note to ask the others what they knew after the debriefing. "Why not just relay the Council's instructions to us, operative? I'm sure they've told you everything you need to know."
The Telos IV mission had been... interesting, to say the very least. Vaeros had had just a few days' rest afterwards, and most of that was spent either exploring the station to continue learning his way around, or studying and training further. It had been wholly unexpected that he be summoned so soon for another mission, least of all one that wasn't coming from his master, but it would have been remiss of him to refuse.
So it was that he was sat at the table, around which three others were gathered to await the arrival of the Union Intelligence operative. In true student fashion, Vaeros had brought a datapad for the purpose of taking notes, and it sat on the table before him with his hands poised above it like a keyboard. He found himself glancing from the image in the holoprojector, to his gathered colleagues, and back again. In the course of his studies of the history of the Sith and its notable figures, he had come across images of this mask - and the many terrifying stories of its wearer, Darth Nihilus.
For now, he kept his silence, fingers at the ready to type out his notes once the operative began his briefing.
The clawdite smiled around the table with a friendly and open look on his face, he had never before been apart of anything like this. Since the days his parents had died in the revaluation back at Zolan and the mercenaries had taken him in he had always been alone in his work. Even after he had to flee his planet and start fresh he choose to be alone, this was a first.
Marazu never liked to be in his natural state when there were others around. This was especially true knowing these two were members of equal or greater depth than himself. So as a precaution he would stay in his favored disguise for now, Marazu has the appearance of a tall thin pale human with gray hair and green eyes. He looked around the room and studied the others. Marazu admired the Kissai, tall and massive stature the clawdite knew he wouldn't have the physical mass to copy his form sadly, it was a good one at that. As for the other in the room was a different story. The human looked much like the form Marazu currently held, except the hair was a bit curvier and he looked a bit self absorbed with his note bad. The clawdite after finishing examining the other two sitting with him he fixed his attention on the man standing behind the halotable and leaned back for a good story.
(Alright, the post deadline is now four days to post just to speed things up a little bit.)
The intelligence agent gave a short nod. "Indeed they did my lord, indeed they did." The projection quickly changed to show a a large celestial body, obviously a planet or moon. "This is Volik. Just a few days ago an intelligence agent discovered the possible location of the mask you just saw. There wasn't much information but we did get a location." The projection changed one last time to show a Dynamic-class freighter. "This is the most likely location of the mask. From the model we deduced that this ship crashed around the time of the Mandolorian Wars. The council has summoned you four to recover this mask. We have a cruiser at the ready for you to board at the end of this debriefing. Once we drop you off on Volik we will be on standby by since we have little info on what else may be in the freighter. We ask that you be careful, as we have also heard that GA ships have been in the Volik system recently. Alright then, that ends this debriefing. Please follow me to the transport." With that the Intellegence agent turned and walked out of the room to an old imperial shuttle waiting for the apprentices.
Vaeros had to confess to a certain misgiving about this mission. If the target truly was the mask of Darth Nihilus, then why was its retrieval being entrusted to a handful of apprentices - one of whom had barely begun his training? Did the Council fear that a more concerted effort to seek it out would draw undue attention from the Alliance?
He would keep his questions to himself for the time being. He couldn't deny that the thought alone that this might be the real thing inspired far too much interest for him to allow himself to turn the opportunity down. Besides, real or not, this was a fine chance to garner more experience, especially close to his field of expertise as an archaeologist.
He joined the other gathered men in following the operative to their transport, and boarded in contemplative silence, clutching his datapad all the while. He turned to the pureblood, Strigus, who offered a greeting, and was the first to take the proffered hand and shake it.
"Kasto," he answered. "Vaeros Kasto, apprenticed to Lady Niamh."
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Aelor had been watching in silence, in deep thought. He was tied directly to Darth Nihilus in a way, as the actions of that particular Sith Lord led to a decimation of the population of the Miraluka people. The mask would be a trophy, to say the least, and a symbol of a great tragedy. Would Aelor wear the mask? It depends on the power that still lingers within the object. It would be similar in style, not so much strength, to the effects of the Orb of Xaos, Dark Lord and Founder of the Brotherhood. While the others talked, Aelor listened, and he had gone through quite the lesson in the importance of listening.
Silently, likely seen but not heard, Aelor moved past Vaeros, a former duel opponent and now partner in this venture, nodding to Darth Strigus, not knowing or caring if he was seen. He was still in thought and meditation with the importance of this mission. Of course, he wasn't to lead. It was not on him to do so.
But it could feel like the weight of command was on the Miraluka's shoulders. He knew as much as the Intelligence Officer did because of his interest in history and lore. It was a matter of being able to properly relay his knowledge for the betterment of the mission, to improve their chances and make sure that the mask, or more clues regarding its final resting place, are recovered.
As much as he wanted to dedicate himself to the mission, his ulterior motive was buried under great amounts of thought through meditation: he wanted to get the mask for himself. He made his way to the crew area of the freighter and sat down, saying and doing nothing more.
Following behind the other apprentices Marazu Kept his distance from them. He knew he was the least experienced here by far, which made him expendable. This was something he had never encountered before being as he had always worked alone, so he decided the best way to become essential was to become personable. He watched the two sith apprentices shake hands and mentally noted their names and masters.
Marazu walked up to the two and waited till they had finished to proffer his own with a curt nod to the two of them respectively.
“Marazu, it’s a pleasure. I am a student of Lord Lucifer” Marazu said absentmindedly as another walks passed silently and swiftly. The clawdite hadn't noticed him before and that was more than a little disconcerting to him. As he pondered the new figure his mind wandered to the reality of the situation he had found himself in and the gravity of the object in question.
As the transport lifted off it made it's way to one of the Arquitens-class light cruiser in orbit above New Bethrezen. The shuttle docked and the apprentices were allowed to explore the ship and converse as much as they wanted while the ship set the coordinates to Volik. The intelligence officer sat back in the shuttle, conversing with someone through a com. He spoke softly and in an angry tone "What do you mean your not getting anything from the probe droids?" The voice coming from the com had a worried tone "Sir I'm not sure, reports just stopped coming and we can't get any signals from them." The officer sighed "I don't think it would be the GA, I haven't gotten reports of ships in the area. Perhaps wildlife. Just keep an eye out." "Of course sir." The intelligence officer took off his military cap and put a hand on his forehead. It had been a stressful day for him.
Darth Xaos: Talk to ya later, mate.
Sept 6, 2017 16:51:17 GMT
Darth Strigus: Alright, gotta head out. Nice chatting, though, see you soon
Sept 6, 2017 16:50:43 GMT
Darth Xaos: I might just check those out. I've definitely never read/watched any murder mysteries with such an unexpected setting.
Sept 6, 2017 16:43:24 GMT
Darth Strigus: Found it by coincidence, too. A friend found it in a sauna, knew I liked Rome, and gave it to me for secret santa. I started in the middle of series, but they're stand alone, so it's basically fine
Sept 6, 2017 16:43:22 GMT
Darth Strigus: If you like either one, I'd definitely recommend them.
Sept 6, 2017 16:42:31 GMT
Darth Strigus: It's called Roma sub Rosa, by Steven Saylor. It's a bunch of murder mysteries that are set in Ancient Rome, so it combined two things I love
Sept 6, 2017 16:41:33 GMT
Darth Xaos: Oh, yeah? What series is it?
Sept 6, 2017 16:40:56 GMT
Darth Strigus: I'm in the middle of a series now, though, so it might be a bit before I start
Sept 6, 2017 16:40:31 GMT
Darth Strigus: I might just go with NuCanon. As much good as I've heard about Thrawn, it'll probably just be hard to keep everything straight going forward
Sept 6, 2017 16:40:14 GMT
Darth Xaos: I'd say start with the books from the '90s since that's where it all began. Unless you'd like to jump right into the NuCanon in which case any of them seems a fine place, I've heard good things about most of them.
Sept 6, 2017 16:39:18 GMT
Darth Strigus: I've never read any of the Star Wars books, oddly. I'll have to give them a shot. Any starting place you'd recommend?
Sept 6, 2017 16:38:01 GMT
Darth Xaos: Just finished Dark Disciple and it's given me an itch to read a bunch of the the NuCanon books.
Sept 6, 2017 16:37:23 GMT