Open Space and Hyperspace

Sirona lacked the same poise of Elarinya when unexpectedly touched. A slight flinch shot through her, before withdrawing her hand a couple seconds later as she stood. I uh... sorry. Guess that's fair play considering... Sirona blushed from embarrassment. Looks like personal space is something we both value. I will keep that in mind and inform my crew... The historian made mental note to alert any who may need to interact with Elarinya. For now, I will be continuing my work, once that is complete we will be heading to either Roon or... Mustifar. Sirona had memories of the volcanic planet from when she had been a member of the Blackguard. Painful memories of a family she had turned from for her master and to be a part of something new, that has crumbled to dust. Fighting now to maintain composure, Sirona took a couple of steps back before turning to leave.

Sirona once more retreated into her room. Her work on updating the holocron was delayed by a wave of emotions remembering her humble beginnings, begging to be admitted as a student of the Sith from Viox, to being adopted by him and then trained by the great Gavin Pheonix and then Lord Malvus to becoming a founding member of the Conclave, and one of it's last adherents. Sitting on the floor of her cabin, knees clutched tight against her chest she let her emotions out in a torrent of tears. Long after the tears had stopped and her sobs dissipated into heavy, steady breaths, Sirona rose to continue her work.

Elarinya would not be long into her work before she would since another presence close by. Tesh, the Dathomirian youngling had found her way into the hangar bay and was watching the sith woman and Ymir with great interest. Once noticed she would give an enthusiastic, HI! Are you one of my new sisters too? Did Mother Sirona save your life as well?

The child was obviously disappointed at the response Elarinya gave. She clasped her hands behind her back, looked down, and proceeded to aimlessing kick at the floor in the way only a child can do. Oh. Well, Sister Maywyn told me I shouldn't talk to people who aren't my Sisters... But you are very pretty and not like anyone I've ever seen before! It seemed the child was recovering from her disappointment with gusto. But I'm sure Maywyn would understand, after all, if you're friends with D... Da... Dark Sirona (Tesh seemingly trying to wrap their tongue and brain around the word Darth and failing spectacularly) then you're probably alright to talk too! Their focus then shifted quickly (again, in that way only a childs can) to the Uvak. Do they have a name!? Do you really ride them!? Do you think I could learn?! This was clearly the main topic the girl had wanted to get to and had finally reationallized her way into think it was appropriate to now ask.

Tesh giggled uncontrollably as she was lifted up and placed on the back of the large creature. Once astride the beast, her giggles abruptly gave way to silent wonder. Gently she pet Ymir on her neck. Good Yimear! She whispered excitedly. Turning to Elarinya she began to explain, Oh yeah, only the biggest and best Sisters ever got to ride the Raincores. They were big and scary, but I'll tell you a secret; they were very gentle when not hunting and would let me pet them! Tesh seemed supremely proud of this fact she had just shared.

It was at about this time that Maywyn entered the hangar, possibly drawn by the sounds of the youngling's mirthful giggling. She paused and took in the scene. I apologize, Master Sith. Tesh is excitable and out going. Come along Sister Tesh. Maywyn beckoned the girl to come to her side, but Tesh responded by laying herself down flat of Ymir's back and trying to wrap her small arms around the beast in a defiant hug. Tesh, we shouldn't interrupt the work that our... friend here was doing. Tesh responded with an exaggerated pouting face and an aggressive shaking of her head.

Maywyn took a deep sigh and threw up her hands in mock surrender. Alright, Tesh, as long as you behave, Darth Sirona gave us free reign of everything but the lab and bridge... The bested Nightsister turned to Elarinya. I've seen you around, but I don't think I've introduced myself. I'm Maywyn of the Nightsisters. And are you an... associate of our host? Maywyn looked her over and glanced back to the smaller bed of hey next to the Uvak. If you need a room, we have an extra bunk in our cabin-

OH. YES PLEASE! Tesh blurted out, clearly paying more attention to the adults than previously assumed by Maywyn who was now bringing a hand up to her forehead to stroke her temples.

Maywyn put up a hand, indicating no elaboration or excuse was necessary. I understand, besides, I suppose you will want to keep an eye on her. The Nightsister moved over, closer to Ymir and putting a hand on her. If you change your mind or want an actual mattress, the offer stands.

Tesh let out an audible Awwww of disappointment, however it was silenced by a sharp look from Maywyn.

Do not worry, youngling. I'm sure Lady Elarinya will be more than happy to have you as an occasional guest. This reassurance seemed to perk up the disappointed child who went back to petting and cooing to the Uvak. Maywyn once more turned her attention to the Sith. What has brought you to also be picked up like a stray by our host?

Maywyn smirked at the question. She sat down on the hey and patted the spot close by, inviting Elainya to join her. Until our host is done with her current project, we have no duties, so as long as you wish. Tesh was sure to keep her ears open, though didn't stop showing affection to the great Uvak that she sat astride.

Maywyn listened to the tragic tale. While many of the finer points were beyond her, she felt something of a kinship with Elarinya now. She offered a sympathetic smile. I cannot count on a single hand how many times the forces within this galaxy have attempted to wipe my people out, but we always return. No matter how few Nightsisters are left, we find a way. We are strong, we are survivors. And you, Sister Elarinya, also seem to be a strong survivor. You will succeed, like us. Maywyn looked up at the youngling, still playing on the large reptile. We both are both willing to fight for our futures, and if you are even half as committed as I am, then that is all you will need.

Sirona continued to transcribe the contents of her journals, books, scrolls, and data pads onto the Holocron. But ever since rising from her emotional breakdown she had been feeling something in the Force. It was the same feeling she had gotten before going to Iridonia, and before resolving to ask Darth Malvus to train her. But this time she didn't have a clue where it was trying to guide her. That was until, she was looking over a journal, a list of places transcribed from the wall of a Sith Lords tomb. Her eyes nearly passed it by, but then the froze upon it. Roon. The headquarters for the Brotherhood of Darkness. The Force was telling her to go there. Perhaps she could find more information there? It would be worth a look, it had been mostly forgotten and isolated since the Brotherhood's destruction, and was not as fabled as Korriban or Dromund Kaas. Sirona rose, setting the Holocron aside for the moment and left her quarters and headed to the hangar. Perhaps Elarinya knew something about the planet's recent activities.

The doors to the bay opened as Maywyn was about to respond and in walked Sirona, seeming slightly dazed but determined. She looked over at the pair of women and the Uvak mounted Youngling. She walked shyly over to the group, feeling like she had interrupted something. She cleared her throat before addressing primarily the Sith woman. Lady Elarinya, Do- do you know anything about the planet Roon? She paused and then, as much of the time she did, felt the need to explain further. I was working and had a sudden urge, from the Force, to go there. Do you know of any recent happenings there?