Occultastic [MA6]

[Moyr Ahaya]

"This goes without question. The real question is: to what purpose." Moyr never truly got used to be nude in it and held a minor grudge.

[Nekoinu]

The woman turned about, her exact likeness the same as the statue. "For some time, I have been searching for a man and a woman. Their only descriptor was that of red skin, much like my own species." She looked to both of them and smiled. "Although ask yourselves this: why did you come?"

[Zeno Deathwright]

"To find the freedom granted by victory, power, strength and passion," Zeno replies. "Why do you wait?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

It was silly to have all the good answers, but the Sith Code was this awesome with its set of guiding principles. Moyr studied the woman for her likeness to Magara-sha, smiling back. Her answer was only delayed because of this, not because of hesitation. "We have demonstrated strength. We have come for its natural consequence." She confirmed Zeno's words, though with a measure of graduality. She didn't like what this man-woman thing could imply, but it was too late for second thoughts.

[Nekoinu]

She looked to both of them and nodded. "The Qotsisajak, written by Sorzus Syn. She and the others I saw would usher in a new age for my people." A pause. "Do you know who I am now?"

[Zeno Deathwright]

"I don't know who you are, but a pureblood that knew Sorzus Syn and holds the Dark Jedi in high regard must be connected to Hakagram Graush's Shadow Hand. They were the ones that allowed the connection between the Sith and the Dark Jedi to become what it was," Zeno says.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"You may be one of the slave-wives of that era. I know another one who has reincarnated into this age, Magara-sha. And yet another, the queen, still entombed in the Black Vault. I was there, I faced her darkness." Moyr added. "If your name had carried power, it was overshadowed by those who came after."

[Nekoinu]

The woman nodded to the man. "He is correct. I was no wife of Hakagram Graush, even if he trusted me above all others." She grinned at Moyr. "I suppose my identity was overshadowed by those I helped. And yet I am still pleased to have witnessed the growing power of their legacy."

[Zeno Deathwright]

"If you have been waiting for a man and a woman... are you hoping to use your knowledge of alchemy to create a vessel for rebirth?" He suspcets Moyr might not be happy if that's the case. She was fiercely independent and would not like the idea of being pushed into something like that.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"It looks like this legacy has returned to you with these two devout Sith strong enough to take the journey." Moyr mused, though anger smoldered in her. Zeno's assumptions about her were largely correct.

[Nekoinu]

"An interesting idea, to walk about with flesh of my own. But ultimately that was not my plan." She looked to Moyr and nodded. "It fascinates me that my people's name has been adopted as a title. But no matter; it is your right as masters."

[Zeno Deathwright]

"And what is that plan then," he asks curiously. "I'm curious if you've placed part of your essence in the relic like a holocron, or if you transferred the entirety of your spirit into it. The knowledge you have... I think much of it is likely lost. Alchemy is much less common these days."

[Nekoinu]

"This is the entirety of my being. It was my choice to transfer into this statue." She nodded. "My plan is to do exactly that; teach what may have been lost over the centuries."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Few species can brave a legacy of their name inciting fear across whole galaxy." Moyr commented, but mostly waited.

[Zeno Deathwright]

"I think you have found willing students then," he says with a nod, before looking to Moyr with a pleased expression. "It could give us an edge in dealing with Zash when the time comes and allow us to pass on that knowledge when we have apprentices of our own."

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Indeed." Moyr agreed, sitting down onto her heels. It gave her a sense of dignity.

[Nekoinu]

"Excellent." The stranger paused and closed her eyes. "There is another. I sense another presence. Another woman. I had only foreseen the three of us together." She looked to Moyr. "Are you meant to be here or her?" she asked, amused by the prospect.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"She hesitated when I did not." Moyr replied without flinching. "Make of it what you will."

[Zeno Deathwright]

"She seeks power the same as us. But, yes, she hesitated. But I assume you expect us to share what we learn with those worthy in the Empire. If she earns the knowledge we can share it. Though without her we would not know of this place so she played a role in our destiny," Zeno says. "For now she can continue punching a wall and getting nowhere."

[Nekoinu]

"Interesting." The woman observed both of them and then looked past them from whence they came. "I yearn for flesh. The others whom had come were unworthy but her connection to the Force pleases me. With her form, I can be beside you as I teach you."

[Zeno Deathwright]

That catches Zeno off guard a bit. He had offered to work beside her, not betray her. She had not done anything to deserve such a betrayal. This was not a situation where his own survival was a question at the moment either. She could still be an ally and there is no telling what this Sith might be capable of should she be made flesh. She had, after all, turned on her king... albeit in the name of building something greater. Zeno seems to be put off a bit by the suggestion.

[Moyr Ahaya]

"The Zabraks are known for their strength of body and spirit." Moyr commented matter-of-factly. She had little stake in opposing this powerful being in her own world. She formulated her though in a way that could both be either encouraging or discouraging for the woman from another aeon. Moyr offered her loyalty a bit more sparingly than Zeno, and she didn't owe Ralnorrei much. The Zabrak was a Sith, and was supposed to take the weight of the calls she had made herself.

[Nekoinu]

The ancient Sith nodded. "Then her form shall suit me well." She held out her hands and closed her eyes. After a few moments of chanting, Lord Ralnorrei fell out of the sky next to them with a loud thud. Before the Zabrak could get up to her feet, the old Shadow Hand created a tether to her very being.

Ralnorrei held up her hands and pushed back the corrupting essence, though the channeling was still visually present between them. "F-fuck you, whoever you are!" She panted as she looked to both of her companions. "Who the fuck is she?"

[Moyr Ahaya]

"Shadow Hand, my lord." Moyr replied, watching the scene. "Perhaps you should bargain with her before she takes you over on her own terms."

[Zeno Deathwright]

Well, it was her world. They had all taken a risk by drinking from the vessel. He faced Ralnorrei, "She would walk among the living again. You will have to resist her will to prevent her taking over. There is nothing to be done in this place and it is you that has to resist her. Survive or fail, it is up to you."