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Post by Darth Tempestuous on Sept 4, 2013 18:50:48 GMT -8
A small touch of relief lessened the grip that grief held on Enam at Jud'dayus' words. The old man had said something blatantly uncharacteristic to him, openly expressing care for his unusual learner. This made the rogue Sith's body tighten up as he tried to supress the clashing feelings. He felt sick inside, knowing that he was still alive out of all of the former learners in the Temple, having remembered just how suicidal his actions were. It wasn't meant to be, he thought, remembering how strongly praise-worthy the siblings were compared to him and his reckless, and often disturbing actions. Though the Dark Side was strong enough in him to warrant his survival for so long, and how fortunate he was have been forced to become more refined through those around him, he was an existence that should have been extinguished many times.
Suddenly, as though reminded by a whisper in the dark corner of his mind, Enam was reminded of all the feats and battles he had seen and taken part in with Jud'dayus. The image of the enduring pillar of the Sith, a force that was comparable to the inevitable end of all things, now reduced to the husk sitting before him. Skin as pale as death, the smoldering ember that was once the eye which struck fear into his core... The arms once strong enough to break ribs in a single blow, now withered as dead wood to be cast into a fire. His miserable frame sent Enam into a state of despair, welling up embittered tears of regret from him.
"I can't... please...." Cradles his head in his now raised left hand. "... no, no no...." His jaw clenched tightly, as he started to lose his senses, starting to grip his forehead tighter and tighter. He raises his head locking eyes with the old man again, with eyes brimming in the hateful red typical of a Sith Lord. "... you look pathetic...." Enam's face changed to an expression bearing his honest sentiments. His knuckles cracked as he moved his left hand lower, clenching it more and more as if gripping onto something. "Absolutely pathetic old man. Here you are, alive... and waiting after all this time." Closing his hand, slowly crushing the right front leg of Jud'dayus' chair enough to wobble it under him. "Just who in the world are you now? Just what have you become... my former, Master?"
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 6, 2013 13:20:03 GMT -8
"Alive..." Jud started, kind of looking past Enam into oblivion. "I'm not so sure about that term anymore, not since their deaths. I know another part of me died that day. So, in all I've died three or four times in all of my years." Jud was counting Phillia's death, his fall from the Order as Dante Calibar and being reborn as Jud'dayus, the birth of the ruthless Sith known as the Debase, and finally the deaths of his adopted children. "I have been dead for a long time..." It was true, the only thing holding the Sith's body together were amulets, incantations and sheer will to finish what he had started. "Sheer will." Jud said aloud, giving voice to the one thing he didn't have anymore; the will.
Jud looked to Enam and stood up, taking a step over to his former learner and putting a skeletal hand on the man's head, in a comforting way. "I have become complacent, I have lost the spark which once drove me on and ever on. That is why you see me in such a state..." Jud withdrew his hand and opened his cloak slightly, showing Enam the myriad of ebbing stones that seemed to be knit into the Sith's paper-thin skin. The scrolling ancient glyphs and writing that swirled around Jud's heart and organs. "I have many ways in which I've survived; Stealing essence, Force Nexuses, Sith magics, and Sith alchemy... but the one thing that was most potent, was will. The will to go on." Jud said with slightly more bravado to his meek voice. "I had lost that will, Enam."
Jud sat back down. "but having you here, has given me the elevation I needed." Jud smiled, a glint of red breaking through the embers of his ever watchful eye. "The spark I had placed in you has returned to feed the flame..."
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Post by Darth Tempestuous on Sept 8, 2013 18:09:16 GMT -8
Enam listened intently to what Jud'dayus was saying, though his emotions did not sway to calm. Seeing the amulets holding the old man's form had made him wince, disgusted somewhat at how unnatural all the modifications the old man had done to himself to stay alive as long as he did, but knowing that given the chance to escape death that was not on his own terms would likely be taken all the same. He tries to shake the thought, rather contemplating on the concept of dying many times... not physically, but the very core of one's spirit.
Given the state of turmoil that he's always been in since his last days as a Jedi initiate, and the desperation for destroying everything what he perceived as connections to a past he wanted to forget, it was difficult for him to try measuring a loss of someone who had made everything seemingly better. Every experience since his tortuous exposure to the dark side was no less akin to smashing two stones together to reshape it for some grander purpose, more than laying on the ground among the dust. Through pain, conflict and madness though, he still couldn't help himself from feeling some joy at the thought he's survived this long, together beside those he gravitated towards. With death's claim on so many precious lives though, what exactly were they to him compared to the old Sith? The man who's lived for thousands of years, always taking in only those of use for him, that finally found lives that he felt a connection so deep for him to call them daughter and son without a motive behind it?
If the thought was as crushing on his body as it was on his imagination, he could only wonder would he have the strength or rage to call on to stand and kill the man that fancied himself "Emperor". Enam couldn't reach a definite answer he could firmly believe. The only thing he wondered about it then was if Jud'dayus was waiting out his days, more for regret not doing something then and there compared to how the events played out.
The word 'feed' burned in Enam's ears, which shot what felt like primal fear rouse within as he recalled what happened to a victim of one of Jud'dayus' rituals. He rationally kept himself back, taking in a breath before he spoke again. His defenses still primed, he growled as he continued his conversation. "Feeding the flames, huh?" Raises his index and mid-finger in a circular hand gesture. "Somehow you found the will to continue on just by having me here?" Lowers his hand again as he continued. "... or is it that you want me to fulfill some purpose for you again? Like before?" Chuckles for a couple seconds.
Enam clutched at the air before his hand tightly, and gave a flick off to the side, suddenly propelling the old Sith's chair a few feet to the side with a violent push with the force. "No... I wonder if cutting you down myself would be a better mercy for your sorry existence... Save you possibly years-" Getting up out of his chair, and tossing it aside. "-of waiting with regret hanging over you... Give you a quick end, rather than allow cowardice to set in, keeping adding on time when you'd truly wish for it all to stop. " Twirls his light saber in his right hand once before gripping it tightly. "I really wonder..." He said with a tone of inquiry.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 9, 2013 19:10:05 GMT -8
"In a manner of speaking...yes." Jud just nodded his head. "Though not in the way you're thinking. I would never allow myself, for you."
Jud smirked. "There's always a purpose. There's a purpose to everything, Enam. But you're the one to decide."
Jud just remained seated in the armchair as it was violently repulsed from Enam. Jud didn't budge from the seat, and remained in a reclined position even though his former student started to advance on him. Jud didn't interrupt Enam has we whimsically flirted with the idea of taking the Old Sith's life, and ending his cowardice. It was only after Enam produced his saber, that the Sith steepled his fingers and spoke in an even tone. "Think this through, Enam... You are in my Sanctum, my world, my domain." Jud voice was deadly serious, if it were a blade, its edge would be able to cut beskar like butter. "You see my mortal form and think me feeble? Or is it more of the wild dog in you frothing at the mouth for an - easy kill?" Jud raised an almost nonexistent eyebrow to Enam, questioning him.
"If you believe that I am weak, strike me down..." Jud unsteepled his hands and opened his arms wide; as if welcoming an old friend. "Come strike me down, Tempestuous!" Jud's voice barked, reverberating off the Sanctum's circular walls with force.
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Post by Darth Tempestuous on Sept 15, 2013 18:50:32 GMT -8
The two stayed in silence as the echoes died. With tension built, and his grip tightening on the saber hilt, Enam's stare stayed on Jud'dayus with burning rage. With a flick of the switch, the light saber would ignite and easily can be plunged into the old man's chest. The thought of killing him was a temptation unlike any other, even standing high above his ventures killing the Jedi that betrayed him. To kill the Sith Lord that had beaten, burned, cut up, and pushed him to the brink of death itself was simply divine. These thoughts, however, gave way to one annoyance that pricked the back of his mind over and over. The body that sat before him, open armed and challenging his desire then and there, was not the same man that pushed and shaped him to who he was today.
Dreams of beating down Jud'dayus, never had his master in such a state. The bone breaking, venomously tongued, and merciless warrior of old that taught him to embrace his anger as power, and eventually guided him to become the Sith he is, was clearly not there. Killing the husk would amount to nothing, as he thought more on it, leaving him to never truly look back to say he had surpassed his teacher. The thrill of the moment died, and all of the aggression faded away as he approached the old man slowly.
"Don't flatter yourself." Stops just shy of a saber's length from Jud'dayus. "This sanctum that you claim is yours, and yours alone, accepted me before." Places his saber hilt away under his cloak. "I'm not weak as I was back then, that much even you can tell. Given that, and seeing you as you are now, I don't think of you as weak and feeble, no." Breaks into a grin, and chuckles a bit. "I know you're weak and feeble. Tempt and threaten me all you like, you're in no shape to fight me as you are. I'm not a wild animal looking on easy prey, this is like a scavenger looking on dead meat about to draw it's last breath." His grin gives way to a sneer. Enam keeps his eyes focused on the old sith, as if trying to peer into his very core through the only good eye he had.
"That's the problem." Kneels onto one knee, still keeping himself at the ready to move. "If you're going to die by my hands, there needs to be more meaning behind it, which I can't find here and now no matter how much I try to see it... I thought it a kindness at first, but it's an insult to what we both are in the end. Sith." Waits a moment in silence. "As you said, it's my choice, and I've chosen to face you on equal ground. As I always wanted it to be. So, what would I need to do, so that goal can be within reach again, old man?"
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 20, 2013 14:12:17 GMT -8
"So be it..." Jud said with a smile. "Your goal is on Bakura. Itachi and my Errant are already There." Jud got up from his chair and motioned towards the corridor, the sanctum's chamber opening where Jud had waved. "There's something that I have sent them both to recover for me. Something that will allot you your honorable ending of me."
Jud stopped at the edge of his sanctum and looked back towards Enam. "By the time you get there, you'll find that my prize has been stolen, and that your battle with me has slipped away. You'll hunt until you get what I want. Then you'll have your end battle."
The Old Sith was as cryptic as ever, but the smile on his face told Enam that all was proceeding as planned.
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Post by Darth Tempestuous on Sept 23, 2013 19:54:21 GMT -8
Bitterly, Enam walked towards the opened doorway out of the Sanctum. He cursed himself in his mind, knowing that the Old Sith was counting on his twisted desires to favor the end goal that remained a mystery to the younger man. While reflecting on what he said about Jud'dayus' condition, and how much easier it would've been to slap the bag of bones around before going with what he craved deep within, he shook his head to remain resolute in how things were playing out. Despite the turn of events clearly playing to someone else's tune, he had to remain true to what he wanted to occur, or else years worth of training would've gone to waste.
Hearing Itachi's name caused some alarm to arise in him. Though unsure of how he truly measures to his old friend, the indirect combat preference on the few clashes they had was more than an annoyance he could tolerate. This, however, shouldn't be much of a problem now that he's gotten more experienced over the years, but he'd definitely exercise caution still as that time could have been equally beneficial to the heathen lord.
"Bakura... wondered what that planet was like." Stops short of the exit, looking towards Jud'dayus. "Why the hell you'd ever trust Itachi, or even how you know this so-called 'prize' is being taken from under your nose, doesn't change a damned thing. I'm coming back, and when I do with or without this little 'errant' of yours, nothing is going to stop me from pushing you to your limit." Turns his head away enough to keep Jud'dayus in his peripheral vision. "So prepare yourself old man. There's going to be a bloodbath from Bakura to here."
With that, Enam exited the Sanctum. Everything was unsettling to him, which his stride and expression gave away as he walked, but still he did not turn around once to look back on the old man. It all felt eerily the familiar, he thought, but the shadow of the man he respected and wanted to topple over did not strike the same cords as before.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Sept 24, 2013 20:47:20 GMT -8
"Trust?" Jud said with a scoff as he followed behind Enam. "Testing. Never trusting. Trust are for those who have nothing to lose..." Jud smirked at Enam as he kept in stride with the man. "You know better than most at I have much to lose, and what I mean by 'testing' someone..."
There was the Jud'dayus, Enam knew. The cunning, calculating nexu, who always seemed to know what was what. "Taken from under my nose?" Jud said, nodding his head slightly. Mulling over what Enam had just said. "I suppose that's a correct assumption, but Itachi isn't the only one being tested." Jud continued to nod his head, as if agreeing with an unseen, unheard person. "My Errant is also being tested, you are being tested... I am being tested."
Jud looked at Enam, and in that instant, the man knew what his former Master was saying to be true; cryptic but true. "I am ending my journey, that I can not deny. It has been foretold. Foretold by a woman I knew from a different age..." Jud trailed off slightly, and Enam knew this silence. It was the silence of remembrance. Of the Old Man tracing the long paths of logic and memories through the labyrinth of his exceptional mind.
"Bakura will be the pivot. They cannot keep you alive in the endless sand. A new daughter will reign with the lost son... Balance will be restored. Balance..." Jud said softly, almost at a whisper lower than Enam could hear. Jud had stopped following Enam and let the two part ways. "I'm always prepared... Go, and let nothing stand in your way, Tempestuous." Jud smiled and gave Enam a victorious wave off.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Oct 24, 2013 23:11:37 GMT -8
Jud had returned to his Sanctum, feeling the presence of Enam ebb and disappear as he left the planet for Bakura. Jud gave the thought a smirk. "Excellent..." He murmured to himself, waving his hand across the expanse of the room. The darkness retreated with his motion, as if it were a living thing. "Things are coming together finally, and here I thought I would be waiting forever..." The Sith continued as he started to step into the middle of the circular room, the darkness hastened its retreated revealing the vastness of the Sanctum in all its unnatural glory. "Now where did I put it?" The Old Sith asked himself as the mosaic floor before him started to drop, turning into a spiral staircase that seemed to go down into nothingness.
It had been quite some time since Jud had entered his archives. The vault in which he kept well over three thousand years worth of Force lore, myth and knowledge. "What's that you say?" The Sith said to the darkness of the stairwell, before taking his first steps down. "Yes, I know that..." He nodded to an unseen person as he continued down, each couple of steps was met by the eerie illumination of unseen lights; which aided in his descent. "You'll find that she can handle herself." Jud stated, with a shaking of a finger. "She will become stronger from this. Loosing a limb is never easy...but it will make her resolve as strong as beskar." Jud laughed, as if someone had made a witty retort. "Haven't you learned not to doubt me?" Jud replied whimsically to the emptiness of the stairwell, before his head cocked slightly to one side; his face turning from a smile to a chiseled frown. "I suppose I should have worded it better... and less rhetorical."
The Old Sith cleared the last couple steps silently, the frown still a constant landmark on his pale face. "Lights!" He bellowed, and the eerie lights ebbed overhead, bathing a myriad of stasis-held cases. Jud walked swiftly in between the rows of holocrons, sabers, stone works, and other various artifacts, the light flowing the Sith's advance through his vault. "What was that?" Jud snapped as he walked past the last of the cases and towards the large rows of elaborately carved shelves. "That is my next step." Jud replied after a moment. "Ossus must be explored. It's the only place I haven't visited since this idiotic conflict started." Jud spat in utter distaste, as he came to look upon stacks of crumbling tomes and scrolls, seemingly haphazardly put on the shelves. The shimmering of a stasis field bathed their priceless pages only visible in the dim lighting, as the dust stirred up in the archives air bristled off its protective sheen.
Jud reached through the stasis field and grasped at a scroll sheathed in some kind of crumbling leather casing. "Don't tell me that." He said with a huff, as he turned towards the cases behind him. "Don't tell me of things yet to come!" Jud yelled towards the darkness, the air around him starting to crackle with latent energies. "I choose when to see and not to see things!" Jud's lips pursed, as if someone had argued that his approach was a folly. "I choose!" Jud yelled, the shelves of text shaking slightly at his anger. "I chose not to see the future... I paid the price not to." Jud said, putting his hand up to the empty socket in his face. "...and I'd gladly pay it again." He finished in a somber voice, opening the scroll and nodding his head several times before putting it back carefully.
"It's there, on Ossus. I have to go." The Sith said in a clipped tone to his unseen verbal combatant. "Yes, I'll keep what you divulged... In mind." Jud said, as he opened a pressure sealed draw within one of the cases he stopped before. A faint smile crept over the Old Sith's face, as he raised his Jedi robes from out of their tomb. They were as he left them; singed and scarred from the years of war before his fall. Jud gave the thought of "fall" a scoffing snort, before tucking his former Order's cloth under his arm and closing the drawer with a thought, before walking towards the staircase.
Jud placed a foot on the first step back up towards his Sanctum and hung his head slightly, putting his hand on one of the stairwell's walls. "It is an odd feeling..." He finally said softly, answering another question from beyond. "Knowing that my time here, as I am, is coming to a close." Jud turned to the ever darkening Archives behind him with a smile. "But it's also enthralling."
Without another word Jud made his way steadily up the ascending staircase.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 6, 2013 18:38:42 GMT -8
The following events take place after the Battle of Ossus
Far below the Sanctum, Jud'dayus sat in front of a stasis-cabinet, one of the many that lined his archives. The outing to Ossus had proven to be mostly lucrative, but the loss of what he couldn't take sat unpleasantly heavy with the Old Sith. Only if I had more time; he thought, lingering on what had transpired, the escape from the Praxeum still fresh in his ancient mind. Add to that, the fact that he now had a refugee Jedi in his Temple, and a significant loss in droids due to his escape form the Mandalorian onslaught of the besieged Jedi world. It seemed more of a failure than a victory.
"She'll be arriving soon..." Jud said softly to the emptiness of the archives, as he continued to stare at the neatly placed row of recently pilfered Jedi holocrons. "Yes" Jud replied with a sigh, turning to his left as if addressing someone. The slightest movement in the murky blackness of the archives' recesses hinted at the fact that there might actually be someone with him. "I have the necessary items ready in the Sanctum. As soon as she arrives I'll begin the procedure." Jud answered, before turning back to the cabinet and it's relics. "She'll learn to appreciate what she's gone through, and what I will bestow on her." The Sith said in a serious tone, before cocking his head slightly to the side. "Xxoxia is my Errant, of course she will." The Sith answered the darkness with a nod to himself, before turning to the darkness with a tisk tisk. "She will replace me, she will be the Flame...then I'll be with you, again." Jud finished, the movement in the darkness seeming to meld back into nothingness...
Jud stood up and turned to the spot he had been conversing with with a content smile. "You know it to be true, my love."
With not another word, the Sith made his way up the mason worked staircase towards the Sanctum. His Errant would be arriving soon.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 11, 2013 10:49:49 GMT -8
Jud ascended the last step out of his archives and into the dimly lit interior of his sanctum. The light streaming in from he God's eye illuminating a stat-of-the-art surgical table. Four surgical droids stood in absolute silence behind the table, their relays powering up as the Sith waved a skeletal hand. "Begin prep." Said Jud, as he continues to the opposite side of the table as the droids began to prep their tools and the mechanical working of the surgical bed.
There on a separate gurney was an arm, an actual flesh and blood female arm in cold stasis. Jud gave it a nod of the head before examining the prosthetic arm laid parallel to it. The metallic frame work of the prosthetic glowed in the piercing light from above, it's lite and fragile looking appearance suggesting that it was a newer model. Next to the two arms was a lump of unrefined ore. With a thought the Old Sith levitated the fist sized chunk, examining it before putting it down with a nod, moving on down the gurney. The final item on the gurney was a small pearl that Jud took into his hand, bringing it up to his face clasped between his thumb and index finger. The pearl was a matte black color, and despite the fact that there was ample amounts of light streaming in from the God's eye, the stone didn't twinkle. The Sith meticulously looked the sphere over and over again, before turning to his left. "Staed, you've out done yourself this time..."
The shivering Jawa just nodded to Jud. He hated this place, and truth be told. He hated the Sith too, but he paid well - very well. "Cha batta no hadloka, Juddakka..."
Jud looked at the pearl one last time, before placing it on the gurney. "And that's why I only use you for such things..." The Sith answered, before producing a credit chip from his robes. "As always you'll find that there will be more than enough on that chip to make up for your time and effort."
Staed hesitantly stepped forward and snatched the chip from the Sith's skeletal fingers, before retreating several steps. "No ba taba, Juddakka." The jawa said with a respectful bow. Jud gave the Jawa a nod, and the Sanctum's door opened. Without missing a beat the small smuggler scampler away, thanking the gods as he left the darkness of this place.
As the Sanctum door closed behind Staed, Jud turned his attention back to the items on the gurney. "We shall begin soon..." He said, before looking up towards the God's eye.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 14, 2013 13:38:30 GMT -8
The Sanctum's impregnable door slid open forcefully, allowing a gust of outside air into the dim interior of the chamber.
"Jud'dayus!!" exclaimed an engaged male voice from the opened portal, as a silhouette moved into the chamber. "Jud'dayus, your Errant, She's -..."
"I know, Tempestuous..." Came the Old Sith's voice as he stood in front of a surgeon's table. "Place her here." He finished softly, moving off to the side.
Enam said nothing, his face contorting into a deeper rage then before, the flickering of his anger starting to dance around his body in vivid tendrils of dark Force energy. He'd gone to Bakura to end this, to end his former Master's reign, and to finally sever his ties of binding with the Old fugger, yet here is was, pandering to the Old Sith's whims again. He looked down at the woman he carried, her semi-conscious body tightly up against his. "Why?" he said softly to himself. "Why did I save you?" Enam silently cursed. He'd been so close to his goal, to Itachi and that bastard Alex. All he had needed to do was leave her to the fates and destroy his former allies. Enam hefted Xxoxia onto the table, her limp body slumping away from Enam's onto the lighted surface.
The medical droids intermediately took over, making sure that Xia was positioned properly and that her garments were removed from the wounded area. They sliced through the delicate silken fibers of her undergarments, and as they disrobed her Enam looked away and towards Jud'dayus; his eyes burning with hate. While her upper body was bared one droid interested several I.V.'ed appendages into the woman's remaining right arm. She winced slightly before going slack again; the cocktail of drugs and meds pumping through her body within seconds. The remaining three medical droids hovered around the cauterized stump that remained of Xia's left arm. One droid was busy taking all the dead tissue away, while another helped with suction and vital monitoring. The last droid remained next to a gurney.
"You knew..." Enam said softly with a bestial growl, his eyes glinting in predatory anger, their keen pin-prick surfaces drilling into the Old Sith's soul.
"Somewhat... Yes." Jud replied matter-o-factly, his tone neither giving the indication of regret or care. "We do as we must, Enam." Jud said coldly as he started towards the gurney next to the surgical table.
'WE DO AS WE MUST?!" Enam roared, his rage growing with every utterance of the Sith's. "We do nothing! You, you do as you will, and we. We the pawns in your game pay the price for your sins!" Enam raged as he rounded on Jud.
Jud turned towards Enam, who was only inches from the Venerable Sith. The tension wasn't anything new, nor the bravado. "I'm a pawn too." Jud answered with a straight face, before turning back to the contents of the gurney. "We all play our parts, for better or for worse, Enam. I'm just in a position of power to you, but there are those that are in a position of power over me." Jud rolled up his robed sleeves and lowered the cowl of his hood, his skeletal appearance not changed from Enam originally leaving the Sanctum for Bakura. "Checks and balances, my boy. always balances... That is what you don't understand, and continue to fail in seeing. The intricacies of this realm of being is far more complicated than anyone could ever imagine." Jud turned to Enam again, the solidarity of his knowledge of such things evident in his dark eye. "I'd advice you to step back from me, Tempestuous... We'll continue this after I save my Errant."
Enam opened his mouth to retort, to chastise the man before him, but found the strength not to. Instead he did as Jud'dayus advised and took several steps back, crossing his arms as he did so, and wondering what the Old Sith was about to do.
Jud turned to the droids. "Is she ready?" He breathed, his skeletal fingers twiddling over the contents of the gurney flippantly.
Yes, my Lord. The female is ready for the procedure. proceed at your leisure. Replied one of the droids as they glided away from Xia's lost arm.
Jud just gave them a nod and started to murmur to himself, his hands and fingers moving in intricate circles over the items. As his hand gestures increased in intricacy the items started to vibrate, their forms starting to undulate in Elritch energies. Enam looked on in silent awe, he'd never seen the Old Man do anything like this. Not in all the years of painful training or conflicts of old, this was something new, something ancient, something uttering dark and unnatural. As Enam thought this the hairs on he back of his neck stood on end, and his teeth started to itch inside his mouth. Was the chamber getting colder, or was it just in his mind? "Dark magic..." Enam breathed, as he watched the flesh of the arm on the gurney splay open with the precision of a surgeon's knife. tendons, muscle, veins and arteries, and even the branch-like fibers of nerves separated into singular groups. They hovered over the table before being neatly placed one by one on the frame of the prosthetic limb.
Jud's hands stopped their tracings and laid flat parallel to the limb, as the organic components started to knit together. The alloyed super-frame of the limb taking on an unnatural sheen as the horrible powers allowed the Sith to meld flesh to metal. Jud turned his hands over and the limb flexed, moving it's digits as he his. The Sith was puppeting the material with invisible strings, and the thought of such power made Enam's stomach tighten. Had the old Man always had these powers? Had he always been able to manipulate and perverse the natural way of things? As Enam thought these terrible realities Jud's right hand shifted away from the newly amalgamated limb, and a lump of what looked like raw ore hovered over towards Jud.
With a flick of the Sith's fingers the ore started to bubble and slurry in midair, turning into a molten core of ever changing slag. The sphere of metal ore glowed with the insensitive of a forges fire, making Enam look away slightly. Even the heat from the forging started to make beads of sweat prick up on his forehead. Jud took his attention from the limb and using both hands made the motion of pulling something apart. The glowing ball of molten slag reacted to the pull, becoming a paper thin sheet of white hot metal. It was so graceful a transfer, from a lump of ore to the brilliance of a metal. If it weren't for the fact that this was all darkly manipulated, Enam might have found it beautiful.
Jud moved his hands again in another pattern, his thin lips constantly moving as he murmured his spells. The glowing sheet of metal started to cool, the fiery glow of heat ebbing away the closer it came towards the limb. with a lifting of his chin, the limb hovered off the gurney and met with the cooled metal foil, wrapping it with a shimmer skin of newly forged metal. Enam watched, mouth slightly agape, as the new "skin" enveloped the cybernized prosthetic perfectly, as if it were natural skin covering an arm. Jud wiped the streams of sweat from his brow before continuing, the strain of this starting to show, and deep inside Enam wondered if the Old Man would finish or turn to dust attempting to.
The Old Sith turned towards Xxoxia for the first time since her arrival, the new arm and the final item on the gurney - a small black sphere of some kind - followed the Sith over towards his Errant. "Child..." Jud said softly, placing a pale skeletal hand on the woman's pale sweat sheeted forehead.
Xia opened her hazy eyes, lulling her head slightly towards the voice. "M -master... I. I was to-" She began, the drugs making her slur out the words.
"No." Jud said sternly. "You learned. It is all we can do..." Jud looked up to Enam, and Enam knew that statement was meant for all of them, no just the wounded Errant. "Prepare yourself, Child. This is not going to be pleasant, nor will I be gentle..." Jud said softly, giving Xia one last pass of his hand on her forehead; to push the sweat clinging hair off her face. "Be strong." Jud finished before calling the small black orb to his hand.
Without hesitation Jud plunged the orb directly into the newly cleaned meat of Xxoxia's remaining socket of an arm. The scream that issued from Xia was enough to chill the blood in Enam's veins. In all his years of killing, of tracking down and hunting those that had done him wrong. In all those years he'd heard many things; pleading, crying, and certainly screams of panic and pain... but never this cacophony of sound. The pure agony in the action made Enam uneasy enough to put his back to the surgical table and close his eyes. What Jud'dayus was doing was beyond Enam's understanding, and maybe he was better for not knowing such things.
She continued the scream as the orb seemed to release roots into the raw flesh. Jud turned from the woman as she rived and shuddered.
Synaptic, cardiac and renal systems are in the red, my Lord. I advice you desist in the procedure. The droid monitoring her vitals chimed to Jud, as Xxoxia's vitals continued off the charts.
"No..." Jud spat at the droid, taking the limb and placing it against the meat of Xxoxia's side.
But, my Lord, she is going into systemic shock. The likability of her surv-... The droid managed before it imploded at the crushing grasp of Jud's outstretched hand.
"NO! WE CONTINUE!" The Sith shouted as the limb started to fuse with Xia, her body spasming from what Enam could only imagine was unbearable pain.
"Jud..." Enam utter, finally finding his voice. "Jud'dayus, you're going to kill her." He continued before Jud turned to him, the look on the Old Sith's face so etched with determination and rage that Enam dared not contradict his former Master again. In a show of surrender Enam put his hands up, and took another step away from the Sith.
Jud swung his attention back to Xxoxia as the line between her flesh and the metal of her new limb disappeared, blemishlessly fusing into each other; as if there had never been a difference between the limb she had lost and the new one she had been given. It was as if she had been born with a metallic arm. Xia's thrashing stopped, her body becoming still, the steam of her overworked body drifting off her into the dimness of the Sanctum.
Jud slumped to the Sanctum's floor, his legs giving out on him.
Enam unconsciously ran to Jud's side, and knelt down beside his Master. "Old Man! Hey!" He said, putting a hand on the Old Sith's shoulder and turning him over. "Ah shtako." Enam cursed, looking at the pale face, sweat continued to pour from Jud's parchment colored skin. At first Enam thought he was actually dead, and the thought of missing his chance to kill the fugger lit the spark of rage in chest again. He placed a hand over the Sith's mouth and felt the slightest hint of ragged breathing, and a satisfied grin crept across his face. "I knew it. You Old fugger. You're not leaving until we settle this, once and for all." Enam said with a chuckle, before laying the Sith back to the Sanctum's tiled floor.
"Tempestuous..." Came a weak voice from the table. Enam looked up to see Xia sitting up, her natural arm covering her bare breasts. "Is, is he dead?" She asked timidly, shivering as her body continues to react to the extreme pain and exertion of her procedure.
"No.." Enam said with a grunt of approval, before unclasping his cloak and draping it over Xia's nude form. It was the second kind thing that he had done for the young woman, and though he knew it was the right thing, it still irritated him. "I'm guessing doing what he did isn't easy on the body." Enam looked at the ancient Sith, who he understood better now, or maybe much less? He shrugged, not caring, he'd have his day, his triumph. That he wouldn't have taken away from him. Jud'dayus' head was for his mantle, an no others.
"I think we should put him on the table?" Xia said, as she gingerly planted her feet to the tiled floor, taking her first tentative steps off the surgical table since her arrival.
Enam just gave the woman a nod and knelt down again, hefting Jud'dayus off the floor and placing his limp body on the table with a grunt. "Well?" He said, looking at the remaining three medical droids. "Get to work!" He barked, and the droids immediately started to tend to Jud'dayus. Enam gave the fact he was helping, another disapproving grunt and turned back to Xxoxia. "You should probably rest too." He said, taking stock of her weak fragile state. "I'll help you to your quarters, and see if mine are still here. Void knows I don't want to be here, but I'm spent from all of this shtako."
Xia gave Enam's offering of a stead hand a thankful nod, and the two exited the Sanctum for the dormitories of the Temple.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 15, 2013 19:00:13 GMT -8
Minutes. Hours. Days?
"How long?" Jud'dayus asked, as he righted himself up on the surgical table. His cloths had been removed, and the husk-like form of his emaciated body stretched out before him; in all it's morbid glory.
Two days, eleven hours, twenty thr- The medical droid started to answer before Jud put a skeletal hand up to silence it.
"And my Errant?" He huffed, still feeling the residual effects of using such archaic powers. The runes on his mummified skin still shimmered with what was left of the darkness in his body. While the crystalline amulets knitted within and throughout his body ebbed with affirmation of life.
She has recovered. The procedure was a success, my Lord. The droid replied, as an apparatus extended from it's bulky cylindrical body, pressing to the Sith's chest. Jud looked down with a smirk, as the droid positioned and repositioned the probe, before retracting it. You have no heartbeat... Do you require assistance?
Jud scoffed, shaking his head. "No, I'm fine, just sore..." He saw his robes and attire at the foot of the table, and slid himself off the edge, walking over to his cloths. "Clean this mess up, I have much to meditate about."
The droid gave an acknowledgment chime, taking the gurney and the surgical table away into the darkness of the Sanctum.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 21, 2013 9:49:57 GMT -8
"Lady Judy." She answered in return, her voice flat, distinctly matter of fact with just enough traces of ennui. She watched his minions take their places. She rolled her eyes, sucking her cheeks in a bored manner that would suggest she found his attempts to raise her hackles tired and pointless. As if he were the first one to provoke a response from her by calling her Lady. The nickname was new though. No one had regularly referred to her as Sin since the days of the Council of Knowledge. It was not something she was in a mood to indulge.
She didn't move a muscle, her hands knitted together, resting in front of her and hidden by the ends of her voluminous sleeves of her cloak, her weight distributed equally between her feet. She looked enveloped by the absence of light in the room, her black robes and cloak camouflaging most of her from sight, her pale face floating roughly five feet off the floor. Her hood was down, draped around her shoulders. She could smell the stagnation of air throughout the temple but arriving in here, she smelled something else. The sting of antiseptic was evident, if only very faintly. The scent of death lurked in the corners of the room and danced in between the three inhabitants of this temple. What bribes had he offered for his dark dominion? What deals with demons had he partaken in to thumb the noses of angels? What price had he paid for the power he garnered now?
When she was satisfied that the girl who clung to Jud'dayus' mastery like a addict with a fix was sufficiently annoyed with her, Sinistra became serious, the joking and sarcastic demeanor evaporated in the face of her purpose. She spoke now as though he were one of her own, to be taken seriously and afforded the same respect as any of those she elevated to her side.
"The Mandalorians have become a serious problem and our losses too great to continue to believe that our solitary existences will allow us to survive their onslaught. Our best chance is to stand together although I think you already know that. So join us to help break them of this ridiculous crusade."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 21, 2013 15:20:53 GMT -8
"Judy?" The Sith questioned as he raised his hooded head from he meditations, giving Sin's jab a hearty laugh, but still didn't turn to face her. "Ah, yes, I suppose I deserved that... my lady Lord." Jud grinned out, not sorry in the least for stating the obvious of Sinistra's feminine features. He lifted his left hand, exposing the long skeletal digits to Sin's searching eyes, as he waved Xxoxia over. "My Errant, please go gather another guest that will be arriving shortly..." Jud said soothingly.
"Master I-" Xia started but Jud's hooded head turned to her. "As you wish, my Master..." Xia finished, knowing not to question him any further, especially not after recent events. With a curt bow Xxoxia made her way out of the Sanctum, passing shoulder to shoulder with Sinistra, but not giving the female Lord a second of her attention before she was by and gone.
Jud's hooded head followed his Errant's departure. Maybe he worried for her, maybe he anticipated her to lash out or do something quite foolish, or maybe he was finally giving Sinistra the respect of turning to face her? Nothing was ever certain with the Venerable Sith, and he did enjoy making others walk on eggshells. "Forgive my Errant's lack of tact, Lord Sinistra." Jud said with as little emotion behind it as possible. It was a hollow apology, one only meant to be said, not genuinely felt as meaningful. "She's had quite the difficult time as of late." Jud continued with a tinge of irony, as Enam's face turned into a suppressed smirk at his former Master's words.
Jud turned around on the intricately laid mosaic floor to face Sinister squarely as she spoke...
"Us to survive?" Jud mused, his hooded head tilting up to look at the woman with nothing but a single pinprick of ruddy light within the ever darkness of his veiled face. "This isn't the first time The dogs have been loosed on the galaxy, nor has this been any different from ages before." Jud stated, the harshness in his voice telling Sin that he was aware too well of the situation outside of his hallowed walls. "There will be loses, horrible loses... but in the end..." Jud trailed off for a moment. "There will be balance." He said it bitterly, thinking on his early life, and the Mandalorian War that changed the course of so many lives. "So, you've come here to collect me for duty?" The Sith asked with unmasked amusement. "Is this the fetid stink of another Empire? "Help" destroy one, raise another?" Jud said, as one of his skeletal hands went up to place his chin on. "You can fight and die. You can have your allegiances, and your ambitions, but I'm not a bartering chip... I have more important things to do than save the galaxy, again." Jud stated bluntly his demeanor becoming more agitated. "Is that all you came for, Lord Sinistra?
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Post by Stevan Stormro on Nov 21, 2013 19:55:00 GMT -8
Stormro remained silent as he stood behind Sinistra, listening as the emaciated Sith before him conversed with his former Master. There was playful banter, to be sure, laced with light, familiar jabs. These two certainly had a history, although what form that history might have been escaped the Nagaian Sith Lord. Combing over the details of what he had observed and knew of this man from his short time here, Stormro thought on Lord Jud'dayus and his motivations. The surly one whom seemed to have a distaste for the master of this temple had already revealed that Lord Jud'dayus was a collector of artifacts; Stormro himself had been on the receiving end of such mocking disdain in regards to his own obsession with such valuable pieces of history and knowledge. Furthermore, if the man's skeletal hand was any indication, he was knowledgeable in many potent dark arts, some of which could be relevant to Stormro's own interests which meant that this Sith Lord may potentially be far older than most.
Listening as Lord Jud'dayus responded to Sinistra's call for unification, Stormro found himself more sure of the fact that this man was far older than anyone else within the room. The way in which he spoke of the Mando'ade going to war on such a scale sounded like a reference to the Mandalorian Wars thousands of years ago, and it was as the man finished speaking that the, up until now, mute man finally spoke. "If you see no value in "saving the galaxy", then perhaps you ought to consider how many priceless and irreplaceable artifacts will be destroyed as the Mando'ade rampages across the galaxy in their crusade to eradicate those who feel the Force regardless of belief; the Mando'ade are nothing if not thorough, and they will not see the value in history and ancient teachings. They will raze the Valley of the Dark Lords, destroy the very foundations of the Dark Force Temple on Dromund Kaas, and burn every book and holocron in every library and reliquary of both the Jedi and the Sith Orders." Stormro was taking a chance here, basing his manipulations on such a thin impression of the man before him, but none the less it was a gambit that he was willing to take. This man intrigued him, and if he could learn anything from him it was worth the risk.
"Beyond protecting such treasures, this crusade could even potentially gain you new additions to your collection; if the Mando'ade attack Jedi libraries or Sith fortresses which are not...amiable to your acquisition of their treasures then you could potentially use the assaults as a distraction to allow you to gain that which you seek. Finally, consider the worst case of all; if the Mando'ade should find you here will you and your two servants be able to repel them? You are strong in the Force, immeasurably so in comparison to myself or even Lord Sinistra I suspect, but even with such might could you repel an entire fleet of determined zealots? If you come to our aid we will come to yours should your temple face the wrath of the Mando'ade, and once the threat has been crushed I doubt that Lord Sinistra will object terribly should you choose to return to your sanctuary here..." He smiled slightly, his calm voice lacking any sense of agitation or annoyance with the powerful man before them as he instead appealed to reason and the man's love of artifacts. "There is little to be lost and much to be gained; Let the people of the galaxy burn, for all I care, but it would be unconscionable to allow the destruction of so many artifacts when one has the power to preserve them..." As he finished he watched the man closely, trying to gauge whatever reaction the powerful Sith Lord might have.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 21, 2013 21:51:46 GMT -8
Sinistra listened to Jud'dayus' assertions with a calm expression. She was expecting his reticence. Jud'dayus was a hermit, the fact that he ventured off Tatooine in the first place to take part in the Sith Empire was an anomaly. She let his subtle insults slip past her, she figured that the crusty old Sith had a shorter temper than she did. She opened her mouth to reply and in a spectacular surprise, her voice sounded amazingly deeper and lower in pitch, not to mention coming from about two feet to her right.
She looked over at him, her head cocked over as the Force seized him by the throat, hefting him off the ground and cutting off the last syllable as his throat squeezed a squeak from his lips. He was barred from drawing breath by the malicious force levitating him a couple feet off the ground. She smiled demurely at Jud'dayus, blinking in irritated, unbelieving rage. "It's so hard to judge when your apprentice has truly reached the end of his tenure under your tutelage. On one hand, he might be skilled in combat and application of knowledge. But on the other, he completely misreads a situation, and his standing in it and talks when he should listen."
Her movements were quick, the choke releasing him into a heap on the floor, but her hands grabbed his left arm, yanking it away from his futile grips at his neck. She whipped the arm around behind him, his face pressed into the ground, her foot stomping down on his left shoulder blade as she twisted and jerked his arm out of the socket with a sickening crunch. She dropped his arm to the floor, bending down with her weight and the Force pushing down on his back to keep him immobile. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back, before she rammed it into the floor and pulled it back again. She whispered to him, her lips expelling her acrid breath on his ear as she hissed to him. "This is merely a taste of the pain you will face for your transgression. I am the Lord of Dark Tide and you will do well to remember that. You will remain silent unless you are spoken to."
She let go of his hair, and stepped off his back to kick him hard in the side, breaking several of his ribs in one motion. Leaving him in the heap on the floor, she stepped back towards Jud'dayus, rolling her neck around to release the tension she had felt building up. She folded her hands back into the sleeves of her cloak. "Now where were we? Ah yes, the Mandalorians. The only fetid stink I smell around here is the bullshit coming from your mouth about balance. We are Sith. We crave power, we seek to undermine those that would advocate balance. What better things do you have to do? You hide from the galaxy in this empty shell of your past. What do you gain from this?"
She gestured to the room around her, her voice biting and insidious as she paced to the left, her eyes moving from Jud'dayus to Enam and back.
"The Dark Tide is not the Sith Empire. I do not need the ambitions of the scrambling masses on Korriban, I already command an empire. I hold the bulk of the Sith in my hand, Jud'dayus. I'm giving you the opportunity to come now and join us in driving off the dogs of war in exchange for the spoils of their conquest."
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 22, 2013 23:11:36 GMT -8
Jud only waited a moment before he was going to chastise Sinistra for interrupting his meditations, but her robed whelp seemed to think it his place to begin to answer in his Master's stead.
Poor choice... Jud mouthed silently as he watched in sadistic glee as Sin showed her lesser the err of his ways.
"That it is, but you do him a great service in righting his wrongs..." Jud grinned, just before Sin exacted a considerable amount of punishment.
The veracity and utter ruthlessness of the belittling made Jud hoot in excitement, his hands clapping in childish thralls of giddiness, before the Dark Lord seemed to compose herself enough to address Jud again. Enam stood silently, his arms crossed. He knew this method of learning too well, and, for once. He relished in the fact that it wasn't his hide being tanned.
At the mention of speaking "bullshit" and the barbed lashing of him being just a Sith. Jud was up off the floor, from his seated position in less than a blink of an eye, bringing himself face to face with the lady of the Dark Tide. "I DO NOT HIDE!" He roared in the woman's face, the Sanctum rumbling slightly at the gale of his voice. "I am so much more than your pitiful lot! So much more, but you couldn't understand that..." He continued in earnest, the Sanctum darkening with his deteriorating mood. "You're just a damned magniloquent bitch." Jud stated, his voice conveying only contempt, as he raised an accusatory finger towards Sin. "There is a balance, despite your small minded approach to the Force and it's uses, there is much more than obtaining worldly power." The Sanctum grew darker still, as Jud's hood finally fell around his shoulders, exposing his skeletal face. His single eye burning with barely shackled rage. "And that is why I remain here, not to hide in my past but maintain that balance... To acquire my own ends. Milady." Jud finished, stepping back from the woman, as if he hadn't just been screaming at her. His tone returning to normal as well as the atmosphere within the Sanctum.
Enam still stood, arms crossed, but his fingers had lazily gone for his saber hilts in the instant that his former Master had bolted up form the floor. Jud'dayus continued back and from Sinistra and started to pace, his hands clasped behind his back. "The opportunity is tempting..." He began, nodding his head here and there, as if he were listening to numerous people conversing with him. "I do hate Mandalorians." Jud said with a chuckle, before looking up to Sin. "Even more than I hate what you stand for." He grinned genuinely as he continued to pace. "But I have no interest in your Empire, your rule, or your damned Dark Tide." Jud said before stopping in his pacing and turning to look to sin again. "I am however interested in the spoils you speak of. Please, do go on?" The Old Sith said with an arabesque roll of his hand to motion for Sin to continue.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 24, 2013 12:43:31 GMT -8
Jud'dayus got in her face, her expression not changing a bit as she goaded him. Typical Sith inferiority complex reared its head, as the sanctum seemed to tremble with his rage. "Truly..." she murmured as he intimated that she couldn't possibly fathom the power and knowledge that he guarded so closely and the work he did with it secreted away in this remote and mostly abandoned location in the far flung reaches of space. She didn't flinch when he called her a bitch, since bitch was Sin on a good day. She was the Lord of Atrocity, calling her a bitch was telling her keep up the good work. But the magniloquent label struck her odd. She hadn't thought she was using bombastic language but when you sit in silence alone all the time, then perhaps the word bullshit was kind of lofty.
"Balance of the Force is the mantra of the Jidai, Jud'dayus. I believe your venture here has made you blind to what the true nature of our people are. You only leave these halls to get more books, more holocrons, more knowledge. And for what? To subjugate the Jedi? Nope. To dominate the galaxy? Nope. To train an army of Sith to your ideals and spread the gospel of darkness to the corner of the universe? Nope. To break the chains of the oppressive Republic? Nope. To stand up to a tyrannical dictator who seeks to eradicate any force user who dares to exist outside of his brow beaten people? Nope. To bring balance to the Force? You don't even do that. We have to dangle carrots from strings to move your feet. So here is my carrot. The Jedi Temples have been sacked on Carida, Ossus and Yavin. Help me defeat the Mandalorians and I will give to you whatever knowledge they stole in their conquests."
Jedi knowledge. She had to offer him the teachings of the Jedi to urge him to battle. It sickened her to imagine that he thought himself the apex of what she could become. To her, he was flawed and fallen. But she would take flawed and fallen if it meant the difference of their deaths or their continued survival.
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Post by Lord Jud'dayus: The Debase on Nov 24, 2013 21:56:51 GMT -8
The Old Sith's parchment thin lips pursed as Sin continued to split hairs about his dealings with the balance of the Force, calling him blind to the truth around him. Truth? Jud scoffed to himself. The truth of it all... He trailed off in his mind, looking at Sinistra as she continued to tell him exactly what he wasn't doing. Truth? He thought again as he quietly paced in front of the woman. "You can't handle the truth..." He said softly, as a grin took control of his face. "The truth that I have done all these things, and others you can scarcely imagine. Your blatant assumption is a reassurance to me, though I pity your ignorance." Jud sighed in solemn annoyance. "I've walked all those roads... and they lead to ruin." Jud shook his head agreeably. "You know nothing of the true path... If you did, you'd be humbled, not lauding your supposed superiority over me."
Jud stopped for a moment, fixing Sin with his endless gaze, his single eye a glint of light as it measured the Lady Lord. "For all your bravado, pomp and grace." He began, mulling over what he was to say, before nodding his head. "You're just a lost child..."
Jud started to pace again, thinking on how the Lady Lord knew of Carida, Ossus and Yavin. He shrugged, knowing by now that it was common knowledge across the war-ravaged galaxy, but it wasn't common knowledge that he was present at the sacking of Ossus. A grin crept across the Sith's skeletal face, before he spoke up again. "So, if I help you, you will give me the ashes left behind? well, how thoughtful." Jud stated bluntly. "I'll need more than ashes, and we both know that there will be nothing left now. Mandalorians may be mindless dogs, but they are thorough mindless dogs." The Sith continued. "Unless you somehow procured items beforehand..." Jud's eyebrow raised in a show of mock interest. "Is this so?"
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