Thy Will Be Done

[Zach]

Jason paced the corridors of the enclave in silence. In the past few days of his training, he'd exercised his skills in combat, knowledge, and even the Force. He'd been pushed to his limit so many times in his training with the Lead Council Member Malice that he'd had to fall back on his abilities on more than one occasion. The enclave was silent, save for the echoing foot steps of his peers. He'd learned little of the Order since joining, except that speaking was forbidden within the walls of their sanctuary. The dress code was irksome, but understandable. Every faction in the universe had their own customs, and if he ever wished to belong anywhere, he'd have to abide by someone's rules. It might as well be a faction he believed in. Everything he'd ever wanted, to learn and improve himself, was right here. The Pentacle Athame Order was exactly what he wanted... What he needed. The Jedi were too close minded, and the Bogan were too open-ended and aggressive in their beliefs. Neither of them suited his tastes, and it was a miracle that an agent of the Order found him.

Aside from the little he knew about the beliefs of the Order, only the goals of knowledge and improvement, he knew even less about the leadership. He knew Malice, of course, his master and teacher inside the enclave. From what he'd been taught, the Order was founded by three powerful individuals, come together and formed this organization. He knew there were three specializations; power through the Force, finesse through agility and lightsaber combat, and a mixture between the two. He'd heard of Arcane, a solitary and mystical individual who socialized very little. He'd glanced the man only once from the time he'd arrived at the enclave to the current moment. Lastly, there was Wraith. He was nothing less of a mystery in Jason's eyes, a shadow behind the flame. He'd never seen him, never heard his thoughts through telepathy. Jason didn't even know the man's age. For all he knew, it could be a wise old man or a young prodigy of the Force.

Jason wanted to desperately to meet this Wraith. To know exactly who it was he devoted himself to when he joined the Order. In the past, he'd accepted that he wouldn't always be top dog, or even be the right hand man of those with power. He always, however, made sure to make a name for himself in the eyes of those he worked for, be they crime lords to criminal masterminds, or the Grand Master of the Jedi to the leader of the Bogan. If nothing else, he wanted to prove to Wraith that he could be a reliable individual that he could count on, if certain objectives needed completion without any way to trace it back to the Order, or to himself. He'd heard rumors when socializing with his peers inside the enclave about Assassins. They were a secret rank of members within the Order that carried out the tasks of eliminating targets in secret, or even to kill their fellow brothers within the Order should they commit any acts of treason.

It was to Wraith that Jason decided he must prove his worth to. If he could not impress even the leader of the organization he devoted himself to, then he did not deserve to be here at all. He would ask for an audience, and explain himself to the Grand Master. He would ask for a task, a mission of importance. If Jason succeeded, Wraith might see him as dependable, should he need of his talents.

Jason reached his quarters and quickly rearmed himself beneath his robe. Since leaving his quarters the last time, he'd taken part in a friendly sparring match and used a significant amount of ammunition. It was quite different here than it was at the Jedi Temple, where he was scorned for his use of practical projectile weaponry. Here, all manners of combat techniques were appreciated and praised, if they were useful. He carried his lightsaber with him at all times, attached to his belt, in case he needed to draw it for close quarters combat, but he rarely used the weapon. Since joining the Order, the blue color crystal had been replaced with a silver one. He'd never seen the color before used with a lightsaber, but he was surprisingly pleased with the look when he ignited it for the first time.

He made his way through the halls, still knew to the layout of the enclave. He found his way to the stairs where he was met by two cloaked and masked guards. He approached them and bowed lightly in respect. They inclined their heads in response, the closest turning to face him. Speaking telepathically, Jason reached out to their minds and addressed the both of them, "Greetings, brothers. I would like to request an audience with the Grand Master, if he is willing to meet with me." He looked through the mask covering his helmet, both of the guards facing him now. They turned to each other and nodded, turning back to Jason.

"Very well. Approach his chambers at the top of the stairs. He will sense your presence," one of the guards replied, telepathically of course. Jason inclined his head in respect and took the first step up the circular stairwell. It rose a good twenty feet before it opened up to the second floor's library.

There were a few neophytes sitting at tables, their noses in their books and scrolls. The only sound echoing through the room was the ruffling of pages and foot steps of his peers scuffling from shelf to shelf. He turned his gaze to the other stairwell just next to where he exited and stared up at the ceiling. Just above him resided the Grand Master of the Pentacle Athame Order. There was no telling how powerful he was, or how he would seem in person. There was only one way to find out, he thought, as he took the first step on the second stairwell.

Just as Jason took his first step, every head turned to him. It wasn't often that anyone approached Wraith's quarters, and it was even more rare to see a neophyte allowed access without an escort. After a moment of awkward staring, the neophytes returned to their books and scrolls, pretending not to pay a second moment's notice to him. Jason sighed to himself, hoping he'd make it downstairs alive. He took a second step up the stairwell and raised his eyes to see how many steps there were. It was surprising how long it took to get to the top. Probably just his nerves. It was at that point he realized that the steps had ended and he stood before a massive set of double doors. He waited a moment before taking the last step so he was directly in front of it. He wondered how close he would need to be for Wraith to sense his presence.

 

[Dread]

As soon as the neophyte approached the large doors, the hinges of the doors would squeak and the doors would rumble. They swung inwards, opening too let the boys eyes fill with the sight of the forbidden library, the council meeting room, and Wraiths living quarters - which he spent most his days in. Wraith was normally hidden away from everyone but the highest of the Order. He did not seek out many of those who where below the council, he left that up to the rest of the order. Being prideful, but not enough to boast, he kept himself above the rest. It was always a good form of control, and Wraith knew about control all too well.

The Forbidden Library was Wraiths life symbolized. Everything his life was dedicated was here, in one large sphere. The walls where all shelves that looked wooden, but it was only for effect. Most the shelves where actually made of metal and filled with books and datapads. The room held many lights, about 20 orbs, hanging from wires that lit the room brightly so that Wraith could work. In the upper right corner, away from the shelves, a large bed stood off the ground. Red sheets, pillows, the same wooden look. It had four pools with a roof cover. In the middle of the room, in a ellipse seven silver colored chairs sat. The one Wraith sat in was the highest off the ground, and had the largest back to it. Each chair back was engraved with pictures, depicting battles. Every battle was different - some space battles, some battles on land with lightsabers and some force power battles. Wraiths chair happened to have only two men battling lightsaber to lightsaber, and one man stood above them both. The one who stood above them was much larger, and overshadowed the whole land. The eyes of the man was engraved with Grey crystals the where placed deep into the chair. The same color as Wraiths eyes - eyes that escaped his masks shadow, piercing peoples souls.

Wraith was dressed in the Orders outfit, the black robes, hood pulled over his platinum blond hair. Mask a mixture of grey, black and white. It was painted right to left in strings. Exotic, yet, similar to a few in the Order. Postured in his chair, his gloveless paper-white fingers graced the side of his left cheek. They where cupped, tips placed softly with the pointer held the highest. The hands elbow was on top of the chairs arm and wraith was leaning to the left. His right hand simply relaxed on the other arm, wrist limp over it's ending. Legs spread carelessly with his heels only touching the ground, toes in the air. He was not slouching, though, as his shoulders where firmly pulled back. Wraith would not move a muscle when the boy entered the room.

So a child seeks my attention? What is it this child sees in his soul? Something must be hidden there, locked away for time to rust the bond and release what greatness you must think there...Or are you simply a fool?

 

[Zach]

Jason interpreted the opening of the doors as an invitation to enter. he slowly approached the table, but kept enough distance so as not to seem as though he were inviting himself to sit. He bowed deeply to the Grand Master and heard his thoughts. It was a hollow sounding voice, more so than telepathy normally sounded. He took notice of the man's stance, how he wasn't slouching, but still appeared relaxed. He gazed upon the battles engraved on the chairs, almost losing himself in them. It was almost as if the table told a story, battle after battle, civilization continued to wage their wars and tally their deaths.

Jason turned his attention to Wraith and straightened himself. "I am a fool in many ways, Master, but only by the lack of knowledge I wish to possess. Hidden greatness yet to be discovered is for you to decide. I am Nighthawk, a neophyte of your great order. Malice himself teaches me in the training rooms. I have, however, grown a desire to meet the Grand Master of that which I have devoted myself," he responded telepathically, uncertain as to how to steer the conversation.

 

[Dread]

The Grandmasters voice was very distant, it carried a echo as if it went across a great distance before reaching this ones mind. It was stressed to add emphasis on what their relationship was. In it's distance, though, it still was simply a mid toned voice of a man around his fifties - experienced but not quite shaken from being elderly. A greater overtone would take over the boys sense, though, as Wraiths power would pulse from his very being.

A fool being taught by a fool; Malice my brother, one so quick to embrace darkness. Soul corrupt yet saved by the hands of his brothers so not to loose focus of what is most important. A lot of times Wraith's words would not be so easily understood. Sometimes they where clearer then others. It seemed he would switch between how he addressed people depending on his moods. If one knew Wraith, they would know now he was simply relaxed currently. Tell me child, what is most important?

Wraith was a medium figure, not nearly as large as his brother Malice. Yet, still strongly figured for a male. Unlike Arcane, who was tiny yet ferocious as much as he was insane. The three formed a trinity, and around that trinity the Order was formed. When Wraith sat up straight, letting his left wrist relax over the chair and his feet plant firmly on the ground, he would sit in his chair, gazing down on Jason with what effect his mass may have on him.

 

[Zach]

Jason narrowed his eyes at Wraith's words. "Knowledge. Power. Perfection. Those are the things we strive for within this order. To gain the knowledge of others, improving one's self. Using that knowledge to create power, to show your peers and those around you that you are competent enough to comprehend the knowledge you gain. Perfection, achieved from such gained knowledge of such created power, improving one's self of all faults. From those faults, more knowledge is gained, thus more power. When no faults are left to be seen, there is no more to learn from one's self. Thus, all the power you can possibly create, therefore as perfect as one can be. That, Grand Master, is what is most important to me, Jason sent his answer back to the powerful man behind the elongated table, with its sculptured chairs of battles and wars, and hesitated a moment, debating whether or not to continue his answer by requesting to prove himself in Wraith's eyes. He decided against it, as it was best to only speak when spoken to when in the presence of someone with such high stature and power.

 

[Dread]

Now you have 'met' me and you seem to already know me. I am the Order as much as the Order is me. As long as you keep that in mind, you will always feel my presence no matter where I am. Pausing to let the words sink in for a moment, Wraith then moved on. You may leave, unless you wish more from me. He knew there was more from this boy; a sense of ambition was high above this mind. Wraith could pick it up, yet he was very dulled to it. There where many under him that where filled with ambition coupled with their pride, yet very few who held these traits proved to be a true asset. A few rare ones did, but those 'objects' would fade into the background after awhile. Just as some books would fade into obscurity. Their hold on Wraiths attention just mounting a little past the usual in the aftermath.

His days where spent on keeping the records of the Library as much as everything else. So having his focus split on more things then he already had too hardly perked interest in the aged man. It wouldn't mean he would reject anyones request, as they had a right to require him - to address them and encourage them when they needed it. It was yet another obligation on Wraiths ever filled schedule. With so much, Wraith was still a very calm being - until he got carried away in moments and speeches.

 

[Zach]

Jason frowned slightly, trying to figure out exactly what Wraith meant by that. He decided not to dwell on it for now, and would think about it later. He stood still as Wraith offered dismissal, and stood his ground when he had finished speaking. The time for pleasantries was over, as he'd have to request a chance to prove himself to Wraith now. He might accept, but he could just as easily turn him down, or kill him for his insolence.

"I wish prove myself in your eyes. My talents are wasted between training sessions and sparring matches with my peers. I wander the halls in silence, confine myself to my quarters and meditate, however my skills and abilities are not being used to their full potential. I have heard rumors of such a rank that exercises such abilities more often and in secret. The Assassins. I have come to request an opportunity to prove myself to you that I am capable of completing missions or objectives needing taking care of... off the books, so to speak. Even if not an Assassin rank, I would like my superiors to know that I am a capable and reliable asset, and a tool at their disposal should a task need completion without public awareness. I have some experience in assassination objectives, along with black ops missions of stealth and infiltration," Jason focused on sending that to Wraith telepathically, still somewhat new to the ability, he didn't completely understand how it worked. He just knew that it did work. He focused on Wraith's figure, looking for any changes in posture to see if he would be surprised at a student taking such initiative and looking for more dangerous missions. A student to actively seek out his superiors to make a name for himself and unofficially rise in the ranks.

 

[Dread]

You will accompany me to pick up some data. It was a simple seeming objective, but Wraith always brought at lest one person along in his trips. Unless there was reasons not too. He was not so egotistical to go alone all the time - but not worried enough to always bring a army with him. This trip was meant to be simple, but if Jason wanted to join regardless of it sounding simple, Wraith would approve. It wouldn't be much past what he did in the halls, but if this one could put his need for a thrill on the back burner it would show at lest some maturity. One did not always raise ranks through simple raw power, there was also other requirements. Some day, Wraith would hope this would dawn on the child before him.

Eblow's lifting up, his fingers grabbed onto the chairs arms as he used them to push his mass up. Wraith made his way around the table, slowly so that his feet would be heavy to the ground before him. Sending ripples of his power out each step. As he walked past Jason, he reached out one more time,Get ready, meet me outside the enclave's front doors.

 

[Zach]

Jason's eyes widened at Wraith's words. He blinked a couple times before bowing deeply. "Yes, Master Wraith, it would be an honor to accompany you on your mission. By your word, thy will be done," he said telepathically, taking a knee and inclining his head as Wraith passed by him. He heard the instructions to await his arrival outside the enclave and he immediately rose. He followed Wraith from the forbidden library and made his way down the stairs. Wraith seemed to disappear somehow, but Jason wasn't shocked.

He quickly made his way down the staircase and peered over at the students still in the library. They all looked up at the sound of the doors opening, and stared at him in amazement. He nodded once to everyone in the room and continued his way down the other staircase. He came to the Main Floor and made his way through the halls. He arrived at his own quarters and rearmed himself with his gear. He didn't like to carry most of his weapon son him when walking through the enclave, but if he was going to leave with Wraith, he wanted to be as prepared as possible. Jason left the enclave and awaited Wraith to arrive, leaning against the pillar beside the massive doors.

 

[Dread]

[A hour later...]

With no acknowledgement of the waiting Jason, Wraith strode past him as he left the enclave. His ship was only a few miles away, locked in a massive underground landing pad.

[In Wraiths ship...]

As soon as Wraith stepped in his ship, both his hands went to each side of his face, thumb and pointer finger wrapping around the edge of his mask. It seemed like he broke some type of seal, as a moment after that the mask made a 'click' noise and loosened. Gripping the mask in his hand, he would carefully place the mask in a container hear the ships entrance. Then he would pull his hood back, slipping both his hands fingers through his platinum blond hair well pushing the hood back at the same time.

Wraiths white complexion only complemented his hair, and his hair complemented his complexion in return. Because his hair held more color then his pigment-less skin, it would amplify his masculine features. The scruff around his chin and face glowed in the sunlight reflecting from the outside of the ships door into the ship itself. A blond shaggy haircut graced his temple; bangs hung to his nose length, but it was such fine and frail hair that he could easily watch others through it. The rest of his hair was cut about the same length around, but a bit longer - to his ears. With his grey, lifeless looking eyes, Wraith resembled that of a ghost. His age not exactly being reflected in his looks - he looked more like he was 35 then 50, stuck in time. However, he was much older then that. Wraith did not feed off the dark side as often as his other brothers, and it showed in his looks.

Now his voice would be clear, as he no longer controlled the sound and pitch through his mind. Wraith's voice was mid-tone, but surprisingly less intimating. It was softer, inviting - slightly enchanting. "We are going to Tatooine, child. You will simply stay close and keep your eyes open." It didn't mean Jason couldn't speak to Wraith, but Wraith was always demanding - use to it, spoiled as everyone did as he told them to do, including his two close brothers, the other founders.

 

[Zach]

Jason leaned against the wall for about an hour before he heard the doors to the enclave creak open. He felt a slight pressure of power and he knew that Wraith had arrived. The man passed by him, not giving a glance to Jason, but he knew that Wraith wanted him to follow. Jason hadn't used his voice for nearly a week, so he cleared his throat quickly and muttered quietly to himself so his voice wouldn't crack when they spoke to each other. As they approached Wraith's ship, he stood at the loading ramp, waiting until Wraith had entered the ship. He made his way up and quickly removed the mask from over his helmet, thankful that he didn't have to have two layers over his face. He gently slipped off the robe and placed it over the back of a seat near the entrance to the ship and looked to Wraith.

They were going to Tatooine, apparently. It wasn't a planet that Jason was fond of, being completely made of deserts and sand. He was shocked to hear that Wraith's voice was so soft. He expected it to be a tone of power and intimidation. It was a calmer, quieter sound, but still kept its implied wisdom, somehow. He patted down his armor, making sure that he hadn't forgotten anything and was satisfied with his gear. He turned back to Wraith and responded with, "Yes, Master Wraith." His statements were short and simple to the Grand Master, uncertain as to how to converse with the man. They were technically still strangers, far from friendship. At best, he was a secondary student seeking training. He sat on the seat where he'd laid his robe and leaned against the back of the chair, awaiting Wraith to either instruct him to pilot the ship or simply await their arrival to the planet.

 

[Dread]

When Wraith removed the Orders robes he place it over top of the container. A white male cut dress shirt, long cut, hung over his black jeans. The shirt was thick fabric, as most male shirts where made to be much thicker then females. However, this one was a bit thicker then average, and incorporated a design with multiple pockets. His belt was still hidden under the shirt, but when Wraith moved to sit down, it was much easier to make out the shape of four lightsaber hilts then when he stood. Wraith carried two curve hilts and two dragon winged hilts - four in total. He only knew of himself who used this design, as he had created it from a mixture of parts and some research on other hilts designs.

Taking a seat in the captain's chair in the cockpit, he began to process of starting up his ship. Humming of the engines started up as the ship started the soft rumble that followed shortly after. Soon the ship would shake as it's mass was pushed upwards off the ground and it soon took course up into space towards Tatooine.

 

[Zach]

Jason looked over to Wraith when he started removing the robe. He was surprised that he would reveal himself in Jason's presence. He catch a glance at the man's waist, taking note of a slight indentation in the shirt at two places on each side. Were they lightsabers? When he sat down, it was much more defined, and he was sure that Wraith had come equipped with four hilts. It was odd for someone to carry so many lightsabers. he suspected that the man was trained in Telekinetic Lightsaber Combat, but it could just be that he carried the extra lightsabers as a backup in case he was disarmed.

The ship started to hum, the engines buzzing and getting louder. He had no problem with flying, but only disliked the initial takeoff from the surface. Oddly enough, he didn't mind the landing part, though. He didn't really have a problem with getting closer to the ground, only getting away from it. Ever since he was little, he'd had a minor phobia of heights, but not enough to hinder him from completing his tasks. The phobia was slightly reinforced when he thought he was going to die when he'd had to jump from a crime lord's main office at the top of a tower.

He shook off the feeling and relaxed, calming himself and thinking about math problems. It was a strategy used by a lot of people in his line of work, but only those smart enough to know what it was for. Doing math problems in your head during combat, calculations when thinking of a plan, or going over the numbers of a game of Pazaak. These were all techniques in throwing up walls in your mind. It was a good defense against telepathics or Force-users, blocking your thoughts and intentions from their perceptions. It was hard for someone to anticipate your moves through the Force when all that's on your mind are numbers multiplying with other numbers, or comparing Pazaak strategies and cards with each other. He'd learned to do it shortly after joining the Jedi, having difficulties keeping up with his peers in duels and sparring matches. He'd soon learned ways of keeping them confused and on their toes, holding the advantage.

 

[Dread]

It was a silent trip, Wraith had fallen into a meditation. Objects around him succumbed to his powers cull, lifting off the ships floor to orbit around him. A small tattered cloth hung down over a computer monitor, dust covered and brown. It too was pulled into the gravity of the leader known as Wraith. Obstructing his eager 'pupils' view of him every time it happened to pass by his face. Coursing through his veins, his power would command even if his mind was elsewhere. The cloth would disturb him, however, falling short over his shoulders height during a orbit. Wraith's ghostly pale fingers reached back over his shoulder, grasping tightly at it before ripping the cloth off his shoulder and tossing it to the right. He was able to sense all the objects that he had drawn near him; so he let them settle around him all at once, back into their spots.

The landing coordinates had set the ship down a few miles away from town, into a solid ground surrounded by sand. Wraiths ships door opened, and he stood. His dull Grey eyes flashed over to Jason's vicinity, raising his eyebrow at him before moving on. However Jason would read that would be up to him, Wraith was already making his way outside and towards the town. The air around him trembled with a strange sensation of a distant power. A echo of something that had past. Wraith sensed that something devious was going on in this town, but he could not put a finger down on what it was.

A man was walking not too short a distance away from Wraith. His face was twisted in a state of terror. He was breathing ragged, trembling with something clenched between his fingers. Hunched over, he walked around in a circle, muttering something under his breath. Wraith was intrigued, but his mass soon came to a halt a distance away from the disturbed looking man. He waited for Jason to catch up, to see if he would sense or see Wraiths interest; and how he would react.