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[Darth Arcanos]

“What?” Azar hissed, “You are..young. You are on Galaxygram and all the Holonet nonsense. How can you not know how to drive?” He asked, scowling at her. Azar stared at her for a moment before shaking his head, pointing to the driver seat, “Get in,” He commanded, “You’re driving us into the city.”

With that, he pulled up Spacetube and started searching for videos on driving speeders. Azar showed her a video, “Okay, this looks like the button to..” He began to ramble and point out various knobs and buttons, “I think.. That’s the accelerator? Put your foot on it and see what happens,” He said, wondering how he managed to make it out in the wider galaxy for so long without ever learning this. Oh yeah, he always had someone else around to do it for him.

“Okay and this button activates the thrusters,” Azar said happily, reaching over to press the button which resulted in a thunderous blast coming out from the end of the speeder along with some smoke. Azar blinked a few times and cleared his throat, “Um, I’m sure it’s fine..”

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

"I follow some trends, obviously, but driving and flying has been so out lately!", she almost screeched, her eyes still widened in shock at the realization that the two of them were somewhat screwed without a driver. "You are...you've succeeded so greatly, how have you never- wait. How do you usually-. Do you always let someone else drive?!", she could...picture it someone.

But he was the freaking Potion Master of Umbara...he was still young as well, however older than her, wasn't he supposed to be the grown up?! She had never needed driving...but it seemed like it was just the same for him. Well, kriff.

"What?!", she intended to protest, but as she saw his straight face, she sighed desperately. He wasn't going to concede...so she had to face this challenge somehow. "This is...a terrible idea", she muttered quietly under her breath as she reluctantly sat down and started watching the video, comparing the buttons, switches and pedals to what she saw in the clip.

"Uhm...", she dreaded what came next severely, but she knew she was at least quick to learn and mentally kept running through what had been explained. As she carefully tapped the acceptor, the engine roared and a wave of panic washed over her before Azar even tested the thrusters.

"We've got this....we've got this", she started mumbling, more as reassurance to herself before she actually grabbed the wheel and began to accelerate in a gear - the result was, that they were launched forward and a "woaaah", escaped her before they slowed down again. "Okay, here goes nothing". Perhaps stable speed was the solution and so she tried her best as she headed quite straight while leaving the speeder rental.

"Please tell me when others are too close!", she almost pleaded for him to watch out while she directed her full attention onto the controls and what laid ahead of them. They were not nearly half as fast as everyone else, but they moved, for now safely even, and that counted as some kind of success.. right?! "We're...driving!". Angry drivers kept passing them every second, but Freyja barely noticed.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Freyja was introduced to the sound of Azar’s panicked yelp as the speeder suddenly lurched forward before screeching to a halt. There was plenty of cursing and complaining, but they were finally moving. The panicking slowly gave way to irritation over time as Azar noticed everyone else zooming by them. People honked and Azar made crude gestures at people passing. Evidently he had road rage even without actually driving.

“Acolyte, why are you driving like a geriatric potato?” Azar asked coolly, crossing his arms over his chest. He was entirely puzzled by a girl her age being this oblivious to such a basic task - never mind that he was also oblivious to something so simple, “Remember your training! You can’t let others step over you!” He angrily shook his fist at the drivers passing them by. At some point he actually saw a Bothan woman in her 80s drive faster, “FREYJA!” He quipped in exasperation, “This will simply not do! A goat granny is beating us!!” He huffed, waiting for her to gun it.

By some miracle they finally arrived downtown without crashing. Azar looked slightly disheveled but was otherwise unharmed. He peeled himself out of the speeder and scowled at Freyja, “Your driving was atrocious,” He remarked, “Fortunately that’s not a part of your assessment as a Sith..” He siad as he started to walk.

Immediately, Azar was distracted by the rows of food truck speeders lining the streets, “Ooh! Look, that one has noodles,” He remarked as he started to walk towards it, briefly forgetting about the mission.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

Freyja was tense and highly focused, carefully staying in control of the steering wheel, somehow trying to decipher all the signs and traffics lights while not bumping into anyone or anything. Shebwas oblivious to the fact that she was that slow before Azar literally mocked her for it.

As he reminded her off his words, she threw him a quick glance before she inhaled sharply and accelerated. They zoomed forwards for a moment, so that both of them would be pressed against their seats before she gritted her teeth and slowed down again, this time, however, going at least a little faster.

They were still passed by most, but instead of keeping her eyes on the road only, she glared daggers at the ones passing. As he mentioned the Granny, she let out a frustrated sigh before she fired that sucker up one again, a shocked "AHHHHHH", escaping her as she zigzagged their way past them, thus at least asserting dominance in traffic for a quick moment before she saw that the Granny pulled over in front of the coffee shop on the right in the rear view mirror.

They reached their destination soon and Freyja wasn't really bothered by the three parking spots she occupied as she somehow half and diagonally drifted into the car lot. "I brought us here safely!", she defended herself rather fiercely before she crossed her arms, pouting. It was her first time driving, even if she had been slow, she was glad they were still alive!

Her muscles were completely tensed up and she slowly climbed out of the hellish machine before she stretched her limps out. The acolyte took a few deep breaths before Azar suddenly waddled away as if on auto pilot. "Ma-Marc! Wait!", realizing she could neither adress him as her master in public, nor wave around his Sith name, she sped after him before she tugged at his elbow.

"We have to find traces...but I mean...getting something for take-away will not massively slow us down", her stomach was rumbling again already, "but shouldn't we ask around right away?". For Freyja, this was still a highly tense situation as she was immediately reminded of what challenge they intended to face here. "He's not the type who'd go for food trucks", frankly speaking, he was the type who devoured an uncooked hunted animal.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Marc? Azar scowled at Freyja, “Please, such a basic name won’t do. You may call me..hmm.. Astarion,” He nodded. That sounded nice and powerful.

He largely ignored his apprentice for a moment, ordering some noodles. He got her a bowl as well, thrusting it into her hands whether she liked it or not, “Look, we can’t just randomly go up to people asking if they saw a sketchy character around, can we? We have to listen and eavesdrop for useful information.”

Azar stopped talking and listened intently, inviting Freyja to do the same. There were two older women standing next to them.

“My hemorrhoids are really acting up again, Gertrude.”

“Aww Bertha I’m sorry, I got a cream you can use-”

Azar sighed, “Okay, never mind,” He stated curtly, “Lead the way. Where would your Master frequent?” He asked Freyja in between eating his noodles while walking.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

"Astarion?! That's a posh frat president name you've chosen there", she shook her head, " 'my daddy's gonna sue you as your filthy hands have touched my space-yacht'- kinda vibe". What was wrong with basic? It was better than something that made others quirk a brow, but in the end, it didn't even matter, did it? They'd hopefully be out of the city soon enough.

As Azar was literally pretending she was air, she was half tempted to walk off and get some shit done herself. She was hungry, but perhaps a little too proud to admit it at the moment, but in the end she stayed as they smell was literally too tempting and she at least use the time to glance and listen around.

She didn't expect the surprise bowl, so as he dumped it into her hands, she only barely held onto it while she flinched quite a bit. Until then, she had been pouting still, but as she took in the whole bowl she figured that a certain amount of hangry-ness had been too blame for her little mood.

She sat down while still pouting before she took a bite and voila - her features immediately lit up. "Thank you...", she muttered quietly, but genuinely grateful, figuring the idea wasn't even too bad. She was at the second bite as two elderly ladies joined, one was heavily grimacing.

She was going for bite three as that verbal exchange happened and as she glanced back into the bowl, she suddenly had to pause. Nope...this she'd have to forgot first. "He usually stays on his own. Wouldn't go shopping, wouldn't go out eating...no clubs", she had to wait with the food for another moment, so her gaze roamed around before it got stuck on a poster.

"Brothels...this, he did every now and then", she looked back at Azar, a hint of disgust crossing her features. It wasn't directed at the brothers at all, but at the dread that surfaced as she started imagining he had actually visited some around here. He had always dropped her somewhere else when he went, which was good, but that had often entailed she had gotten into mild shenanigans and was later on punished severely when he came back even more frustrated than before.

"There seems to be one not that far off...". Fantastic. She began wolfing down the noodles while she still could, knowing that she couldn't let her mind wander right away or else she'd have that anger surfacing already. Also, the prospects of them visiting a brothel together to gather intel were everything but optimal, but perhaps it was a lead towards that bastard.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Karys had explained that ‘daddy’ was a term for dominating lover, so her example went right over his head. Azar briefly stared at her, “What’s a frat? And why do I suddenly have a daddy? I’m the daddy,” He said with a huff, only half understanding what any of this meant, “Fine I’ll call you Fritos then.”

Azar followed her gaze to the poster, finishing up his noodles, “Sounds like a lonely man.”

Their journey towards the seedier districts didn’t take long. The people looked starved, the roads looked messy and there were women strutting about to signal that they were closer to where they needed to be. Azar spotted a prostitute standing outside having a cigarra. She looked over at them curiously, blowing out a cloud of smoke, “You trynna sell her?” She asked with amusement, gaze flicking over to Freyja.

“No, we’re wondering if you’ve seen a man frequenting here that’s not from around here,” Azar asked. The woman gave a shrug.

“We see a lotta people comin’ out this way,” She said with a grin, “Wouldn’t mind takin’ you for a ride if you want.”

Azar rolled his eyes, “Honey, I don’t want your raggedy hair and gross nails anywhere near me,” He snapped back, “Now, have you seen this man or not? He may have something..unsettling about him. Something you can’t explain.”

The woman scowled at the insult, but kept smoking, “Yeah I seen a guy. But people been saying he’s a monster or something. Sounds like a load of shit. LuLu had him a few nights ago so will probably know.”

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

"Wut?!", she blankly stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly before a quizzical look crossed her face. Oh he was messing the things she had said up real good. Fritos?! The way he pronounced 'daddy' gave her an idea about what he was thinking she meant, so she quickly shook her head.

"A frat boy is one of those typical students who-...", she begun, before she realized the moment had passed anyway and dwelling on the name didn't make sense. "Nevermind...I...just find more subtle", ...and more amusing, so she couldn't help but grin before she wolfed the rest of her noodles down, knowing they had to continue business.

"Yup", lonely was perhaps even an understatement...she dreaded the things he had done to those woman and was dearly hoping no one had gotten him really angry, but she automatically felt much colder as she processed those thoughts. They reached their destination a few minutes later and while Freyja kept her focus on their target, her senses were on full awareness as they passed through this shadier area.

As the prostitue asked whether Azar was trying to sell her, her eyes fiercely locked onto her. Freyja didn't doubt that if he had crossed their establishment, they'd know exactly who they were talking about. Freyja's gaze flicked over to Azar with a raised brow as he snapped at the woman, who then, however, offered the information they needed.

Poor Lulu. But they seemed to have a lead. Freyja turned to enter the establishment, even if the reluctance within her grew. They soon found themselves in a dimply lit roundish room with mostly red curtains and an odd mixture of strong, overly sweet perfumes that lingered in the thick, warm air.

Flashing neon frames encompassed holoscreens that displayed a slide show of the men and women they offered. Freyja watched it for a moment, finding the atmosphere rather oppressing, not because it was an actual brother, but because someone she felt that he had been here.

"He was here indeed", she quietly told Azar, voicing her feeling before the next woman presented was indeed a Zygerrian called 'Lulu'. "Room...7", what if she was busy? Freyja was in no mood to wait around in here, especially becuase they were watched through multiple pairs of hungry or shady eyes.

Following the signs towards a back corridor, Freyja blocked out most of her surroundings as she added, "he sometimes blabbs...maybe he mentioned where he went after". Perhaps he was even staying somewhere along the city's outskirts?

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar found the establishment disgusting. It was far too grimy for his tastes. He couldn’t imagine taking his clothes off anywhere around here let alone sleeping with someone here. He had a permanent grimace on his face as they viewed the frames of the different women and men. Once Lulu showed up, Azar walked towards the door. Right away they were stopped and Azar forked over some money to ‘buy’ Lulu for a few hours.

“Many of your missions will require you to navigate diplomacy or politics,” Azar explained, “That means talking to people from different backgrounds and getting information. Contrary to popular belief, going right to utilizing the Force isn’t always smart. See if you can naturally coax out answers.”

Azar would let her lead with the talking. He knocked on the door and a washed out Zygerrian answered, curiously looking between the two.

“Two of you?” She asked, a cigarra dangling between her lips, “That’s gonna cost extra, darlin’.”

Azar said nothing, waiting for Freyja to take it from there. He would observe how she navigated the dialogue.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

Upon reaching Lulu, Freyja noticed that while the woman looked everything but happy, she was apparently ready to go. She listened intently to what Azar explained and carefully considered his wise words. She wasn't a natural born diplomat - but she could talk alright. She was also quite versed with reading people, so she figured it was definitely a doable task.

The Twi'Lek immediately answered their knocking and while she seemed unoccupied, she was immediately requesting payment. Freyja extended a hand to take a small amount of credits from Azar and offered it to her. "May we come in before we hash out the details?", she asked, assuming she'd accept the little advance payment.

Only once Freyja was sure they weren't overheard, the acolyte would neither sit nor lie down in her room, dreading everything that was most certainly smeared across the furniture even if most superficial remains were surely removed. The air was even thicker inside and what lingered in it was a mixture of strong, floral scents that intermingled with the old cigarette smoke and oils.

"I'm sure you offer a wide variety of services", the holo signs had definitely said so, "what we're looking for something specific though. Information. You might have been visited by a pale human male, middle aged, light greyish hair, I'm sure that there was one costumer you'll most certainly remember that fits the descriptions".

She met her gaze with what appeared to be a hint of sympathy, even if it was feigned. They surely had their discretion policies, but Freyja was hoping the memories would stir something up inside her. "Is it correct to assume you wish he'd never return to this place?". Her tone was devoid of any emotions and rather calm, thus not hinting at anything shady business yet.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Lulu’s face remained impassive until Freyja’s last question. A chill ran down her spine and Azar knew Freyja struck gold. She fidgeted and looked as if the man would burst in through the window right then. She itched at her arm, suddenly tweaking out a bit.

“How did you know? Do you know him?” She asked suddenly, “He… he had those unnatural abilities. He used them on me when I didn’t want to do what he wanted,” She said as she looked away, terrified, “No one believed me when I said anything so I let it go. But he would visit a few times and brag about some fortress he was trying to find in the wastelands. People have been talking about something out there by the mountain ridge.”

She looked at Freyja, “You’re not…you’re not going to look for him are you? He will tear you both apart!” Lulu panicked.

Roll: 14/20 success

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

The dread she had formerly stirred up immediately washed over their subject and sensing the Twi'Lek's fear felt somewhat exhilarating as she knew she had struck just the right nerve she could utilize further.

Lulu shared exactly what she knew and seemed rather honest about it while Freyja was once again filled with rage. How disappointing. The piece of shit had literally blabbed in front of a prostitue and hadn't even bothered keeping his abilities a secret. While she stated no one had believed her, she still closed her eyes for a few moments.

"Thank you. Yes...I do know him. He won't bother you again", she stated determinantly as she opened her eyes and met the Twi'Lek's panicked gaze. Freyja wasn't a sentimental person, but she believed her when she said he had done terrible things to her and it only stoked that burning inner heat.

"We won't bother you any further either", she promised, trying her best to suppress the chill in her voice as she shoved over another little stack of credits. It wasn't much of compensation, obviously, but even without the Force the Twi'Lek had perfectly played into their cards. 'That's exactly what we need...it adds up', her gaze flicked over to Azar, molten gold swirling in her eyes as she telepathically shot him the quick message, wondering whether there was something else he wanted her to do here.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

“There is another thing..” Lulu called out after them, “Something happened to him. His eyes…yellow and just different. Something was very off. He would disappear for a period of time once a month and come back..just.. Off..”

She had nothing else to add, but it stuck with Azar. Yellow in his eyes? Did that have to do with the fortress he sought or something else? And why was it once a month? Azar decided they had to check this place out now with Lulu’s directions.

“I trust you can safely drive us there now?” Azar asked Freyja as they returned to their speeder. Right away, he spotted a piece of paper on it. He snatched it and glared at it, “Acolyte, what is a ‘parking ticket’?” He asked perplexed. He saw nothing wrong with the fact that Freyja took up three whole spots to park their speeder.

Regardless, Azar would simply crumple up and toss away the ticket, hopping into the speeder. They had a sense of direction out towards the empty wastelands. He stocked up on food and water in case the journey took longer than anticipated.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

Yellow eyes? Not...golden? Freyja pondered on her words for a moment, before she offered another, "Thanks" that was followed by a brief smile she could still muster. Why would he disappear once every month? And where to? It probably wasn't anything good and she couldn't help about that last horror holo with the teen werewolves.

It was potentially just coincidence, but Freyja took a mental note before they walked out. The air inside appeared even thicker and more scented and once they were finally, she took a deep breath. "I can't believe he blabbed like this...guess we'll have to comb through the wastelands".

They walked back to their speeder in relative silence while Freyja tried to order her thoughts a little. She was pulled out of her thoughts as Azar asked whether she could drive. "I guess it's easier out there...no roads and rules and lights". There, she'd probably even manage to drive faster. She wasn't thrilled about having to navigate them out first, but she now knew that she could at least drive properly if she had to!

"Wut?", spinning her head to regard the piece of paper, she raised a brow in sheer confusion. "Didn't know you needed tickets to park. I'm glad they gave us one". Nice strangers? Odd, but acceptable. She wondered where to buy one once they'd reach this fortress, but in the end she figured if it was in the wastelands, it probably didn't matter.

"Can you try to read the signs were passing?", Freyja asked him as soon as they had climbed in, not wanting to provoke any accidents before they'd even get out of those hellish busy streets in the city. "And can you try to find information about this Fortress on the holonet?". Freyja knew that Azar still wasn't good at browsing, but she had taught him some tricks, so that she was hoping he'd manage to retrieve some helpful information.

While she began driving, she still absent-mindedly chewed on the insides of her cheeks before her gaze briefly flicked over to him. "Have you ever heard anything about rituals that require doing something special once in a month?", she wondered, remembering how her old Master had often attempted executing rituals he had read about...for her, those were all loose threads and she wasn't even sure whether those pieces of information were even worth putting some consideration in it or whether it was nothing but coincidence.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar scoffed, “I can’t read Basic that fast, so we’ll just have to hope for the best,” He declared, “Perhaps I will take a picture of the signs as we are passing and then read it slowly..” He mused. It sounded like a genius idea. He scrolled through the signs and most of them were advertisements for tits and ass at the local brothels. Wonderful.

Before long, they were moving through the wastelands, the terrain vast and empty. It was unsettling being out in the open like this, but it would hopefully make it easier to spot something. Up ahead in the distance he could see a mountain range and assumed that’s where the woman meant.

Azar attempted to look up information about the fortress but there was no signal out here. He sighed in irritation, always despising when he had to improvise on a mission. Azar pondered on her question, wondering about the once a month issue himself.

“There are rumors around something like that happening with followers of Raze,” He mused, “Your old Master seems the type to be stupid enough to seek that out. If that is the case, we have a big problem on our hands,” He said with a grimace.

As they pulled up closer towards the mountain ridge, Azar motioned for her to stop driving and park. Once they did, he stepped out and turned to her, “I need you to focus and track him. You are Deucalian and you know this man, combine your strengths here to seek him out,” Azar had his ways of finding him, but this was part of Freyja’s training. She would have to do of the work here and learn real time how to apply her natural skills in combination with the Force.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

His idea wasn't bad at all, so she threw him a smirk. It meant that whenever there was anything important on those signs, she'd get the information somewhat later, so the result was that she completely disregarded some right of ways and received some angry honking, that she however just threw back.

"Ugh what's wrong with them, I'm trying", she sighed somewhat angrily before she was slightly pouting for a moment, deciding that even if driving was apperently possible, she'd keep refusing to drive in the future whenever she was with someone else. As they finally left the city, they had no police on their tail, so that was at least a good thing, but Freyja was somewhat stressed out by the freaking traffic and it took her a moment to settle while they were crusiing through the wastelands.

"Yes. That'd would be up his alley", she admitted, even if she dreaded the thought. He had always been searching for ways to obtain more sheer power...would he have done something like that though? "Fuck...I hope you're wrong about that...could...we even fight something like that?". From social media, Freyja had seen what had happened on Coruscant...and Ossus. There were many examples- and she wasn't thrilled to find out what those people on the planets had to face...

"But...with Raze being gone, wouldn't those monsters be banished, too?", she didn't know a lot about those abominations...she knew they had followed the former dark lord, but weren't they supposed to be gone by now? She couldn't remember any news about new abominations that had surfaced...so was this even possible? She hoped not, but the bad feeling about this all comtinued to grow inside her.

There were countless questions in her head and while they wildly ran through her mind, she focused again when they pulled over and Azar urged her to call onto what she had learned. She exhaled slowly as she alighted and closed her eyes, before she was trying to reactivate the remains of that toxic bond he had cursed her with.

As their hadn't been any direct traces around, she figured she'd need the Force first before she would be able to locate remains his reckless self hadn't bothered hiding. She once again forced herself to relive some of the things he had out her through, before that imagine of that dark, blueish weirdly shaped building reemerged.

At the same time, it was as if there was a sudden electricity in the air that almost immediately made her nauseous, but it clearly pointed her to the right. "This way", she quietly said with a jut of her chin as she began walking, her insides churning yet the determinant fire in her eyes fiercely burning. "It feels as if the Force is warning me...wanting me to turn back and yet at the same time pulling me closer". She wasn't entirely sure what this meant, but she was hoping this would end soon.

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

“As long as corrupted nexuses exist, any beast of Raze can do the same,” Azar explained, “Do you recall the one on Ajan Kloss? Nexuses like that fester like a wound in the Force and allow his creations to thrive,” He said with distaste, “But it is possible to combat them, yes. They are weakened without their Master’s presence.”

Azar could tell the tracking was bothering Freyja, but this was part of her training. In order to shed the shackles of her past, she had to overcome all the ways it stung at her still. She had to become indifferent to it over time, numb to any pain it could bring.

He considered her words, the sensation of wanting to turn back. Azar felt it too, though to a lesser degree, “Your master…something has changed in him. I sense something sinister at work,” He said with a grimace. Azar channeled the Force to himself, knowing they weren’t alone.

Up ahead, he could make out the fortress - the tall dark shape looming ominously in the middle of the wastelands. However, before they could move closer, Freyja would abruptly feel the Force constrict around her neck.

“Well well well…look who came crawling back,” She would hear a familiar voice, followed by a cruel laugh. Neither of them would be able to see the owner of the voice yet.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

Fantastic, she thought, as her gaze flicked back up. Mentally, she was still following that twisted voice that almost commanded her to approach while at the same time it warned her not to come any closer, but as she met his gaze, she felt at least somewhat more reassured.

She was desperately hoping their assumptions would be proven wrong, but the closer they drew the more she could tell that something was indeed severely off. She pondered on his information carefully while they crossed a rocky hill and through a little canyon part before the sinister fortress loomed on the horizon.

The black and blue...she instantly remember her vision and just felt like they at the right spot. However, while the inner feeling of dread just threatened to climax, she suddenly felt the Force gripping her by the throat. Her gaze flicked around, searching, but there was no one to be seen.

"We're not finished", she declared fiercly, at least as fiercely as she still could while she struggled against the grip. As she couldn't see him, it was hard to break his focus directly, but using their mental, still existing connection, she decided to stir up a memory of him having failed massively on Sverend, knowing that as impulsive as he usually was, he might potentially take the bait and turn reckless. "Show yourself, coward".

@Sreeya

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar could have stepped in to help, but he didn’t. This was Freyja’s fight. She had to overcome and face this herself. He would join in only when the time was right. He could feel his apprentice’s life beginning to fade.

‘Use that anger,’ He gently reminded Freyja as she fought against the choke. Just like in the forest, he would remind her that he was there, but this was her battle. It was a reminder that she had the strength within her, but only she could channel it forth.

“You’ve certainly gotten stronger since I dumped you on that wretched planet,” He sneered, finally emerging into sight. Right away, it was clear that he looked unnatural for a human. His face was far more gaunt than she would have remembered, his eyes haunting with tinges of yellow. He looked like he hadn’t eaten in weeks and was barely alive. And yet, she would sense his strength was far beyond what it was before.

“I was hoping you would find me again,” He said with a cruel grin, “Can’t leave any loose threads.”

Without warning, he would attempt to use the Force to throw her harshly into the rock formation behind her.

@LadyRen

 

[Freyja]

Once again, it was Azar's voice in her head that gave her just the right nudge. How long had she waited for his day? How long had she waited to pay him back and since when had she wanted to watch him die the most excruciatingly slow and painful death by her hands?

It was about time. The bloodshot eyes never left his inhumane orbs as she let that anger fuel him while he finally decided to appear. The prospect of killing him was something that drove her and it was soon boiling hot rage that filled the acolyte.

It wasn't hard to tell that he had gone through something major given how utterly changed he appeared, but he wasn't the only one who was apperently not the same person anymore.

Gritting her teeth and drawing that last remaining pieces of strength she fought against the grip so that when he tried yeeting, her intent was to break through earlier and instead of hitting the rock formation behind her, she landed on the ground and skidded to a halt, gasping for air.

"For once I agree. This ends now", she spat fiercely, realizing that it wasn't just his appereance that had changed but that his presence was much stronger as well, however, it didn't deter her. She reached out with the Force and targeted the ledge above him right away, wanting to break the dry, rocky surface apart and bury him underneath.

@Sreeya