Ask Mustafar Perfect hatred.

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

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"Is he alive?"
a voice, it was soothing to cremek's ears, like a mother's voice..
"of course he is.. he's a child of mandalore.."
this second one made cremeks blood boil just hearing it..

cremek could feel himself being lifted, shouts, a blaster shot ringing out in the crowd.. chaos.. neophytes sprinting in random directions, fellow mandalorians, flying..


flesh being stitched, removed, replaced, machine taking its place.
weeks in a bacta tank, now being lowered, drained, clothed..

A new helmet being lowered onto cremek's face, adding the finishing touches to his suit.. the hiss and pressurisation surrounding his ears. breathing for the first time in what seemed like ages.. and the hiss that followed when he exhaled, it was noticeable.. even to cremek.

now his operating table moved, shifting, slanting, having him stand, his legs and arms clamped still.

though it pained him to speak. he spoke nonetheless, his voice now far deeper, any trace of humanity now replaced by a machine, baritone, and lifeless.
"where. am. I?"
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@DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel arrived on Mustafar, his ship landing on the volcanic world. He wasn’t particularly keen on the planet and had only visited it on two occasions. First to help reclaim the fortress and then again to deliver a shard of Palpatine’s crown to Tempest. That said, he still liked to be aware of what was happening on the planet. He knew about the duel that his fellow master, Cremek, had engaged in. Until recently, he thought Cremek had perished. However, rumours soon circulated of their survival. Acting on information he had obtained from an acolyte; he had come to see for himself. Given what had happened to Zorya, he felt too many eyes were on him as one of the few masters in the order. He wanted other Sith to step up to the mark.

He stepped into the medical facility. It was small. The familiar smell of disinfectant from the cold, sterilised metal surfaces. He had chosen to wear his robes, as usual. Acolytes watched him as he moved through the facility. He turned a corner and was greeted by the sight of a large metal door. As he approached, the door slid open to reveal an operating room. Clamped to an operating table, stood upright, was a figure encased in black armour. Presumably this was Cremek. Thel stood and watched as they asked where they were.

@Hastur

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

Cremek did not recognize the man before him, nor did he care to, he wanted an explanation.

The very room shook, as cremek began to use his strength and rip himself free, taking the clamps with him, the driod that had tended to him just hours before falling victim to Cremeks semi controlled fury.

Mandalorian acaloytes went to "assist".. well.. insure cremek didn't cuase any more damage.

@DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel remained calm and continued to look at the armoured figure as they called on the force to tear themselves from the table and violently rip apart the medical droid. Acolytes rushed over, trying to calm them down and minimise the chances of further damage.

“You are master Cremek, I assume,” he stated, his voice flat. “My name is Thel Xeros. We have worked with each other before.” He was referring to the time they had been on Vulpter. Quite a while ago now.

@Hastur

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

"I don't recall earning the title of master yet.."

He calmed slightly .. slightly.. enough that he would not assault his fellow master on the spot. But Cremek was still a powder keg, and he was about to explode. Before he cut off the source of his apparent anger and contained himself. For the time being.

"Explain."

@DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel raised an eyebrow when Cremek indicated that he couldn’t remember being made a master. An after effect of the surgery perhaps. He could sense Cremek’s rage. Best to be careful.

“You were defeated in a duel by a Sith Champion. I thought you had perished until I was told otherwise. I came here to see if the rumours were true and, if that proved to be the case, to assist you if necessary.”

@Hastur

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

"assist me."

Now cremek may have been confused at the moment, but his wit was as sharp as ever. He raised the metaphorical eyebrow.

"Now help doesn't come for free, especially amongst sith, so what's your end game, thel, what do you seek?"

He ran his hand gently on the driod that was turned into a wired stress ball. Now seemingly calm, then again, cremek was a sith sorcerer, masking ones emotional state was as easy to him as Donning a helmet.

@DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

“I don’t want anything in particular,” he replied to his fellow Sith master. The expression on his face was inscrutable.

“With Zorya exiled, we have greater responsibility for advancing the Sith Order’s cause. As far as I am aware, the champion who defeated you has begun the process of acquiring your resources. So, I am here because I would be glad to offer you assistance in whatever efforts you make to rebuild.”

@Hastur

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

With that, Cremek just laughed.

"He can have them, they were free to use and take anyways. As for my.. living assistance, you see who they prefer.."

he motions his hand.

"But.. who am I to turn down opportunity? And who am I to shatter the illusion that I am dead, hmm?.."

he now fidget with his gloves arm, stretching it, being strapped to a operating table for days on end gave him some cramps.

@DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

Thel raised one eyebrow slightly, in response to Cremek’s seemingly blasé attitude to his resources being plundered by another Sith.

“So, what is it you seek? Perhaps you might wish to claim Mandalore for the Sith Order. Or maybe your ambitions are different. Whatever your aims are, the type of support provided by me would be the same. I’m offering you financial backing.”

@Hastur

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

"ah, mandalore.. now that's something on my to do list, but not now, there is another planet that will do just as well.. concord dawn, not just our second capital, where our people went in exile and shame during the reign of the first galactic empire, but a symbol, concordian mandalorians are considered - no expected, to be the pinnacle, of what it means to be truly mandalorian, it is the planet where the most dangerous bounty hunter, jango fett, was born. it is a symbol, it has meaning..."

he sighed, before pulling the restraints off him.
@DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

“So, Concord Dawn it is. If you provide me with an outline of what it is you require, I should be able to help finance your endeavour. Are there any others who might be willing to help you?”

Cremek’s Mandalorian acolytes would no doubt be of some assistance. But Thel wondered if Cremek could count on any other allies in the Sith Order, or if he had any contacts on Concord Dawn.

@Hastur

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

Well, I /had/ an ally willing to assist, she's exiled now and likely wants me dead."

"Then there's the twins, proud and fierce clan, sympathetic to our cuase too."

He now began to pace in thought.

"What I need is very simple, I need a claim, no.. they're too disorganized.. guns and ships, I can handle the rest."

@DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

He was glad that Cremek seemed to at least have two allies he could call upon. Better than nothing.

“Very well. I can provide you with funds for weapons and ships. As long as you provide me with a list of your specific requirements. That way I will know the level of funding necessary. Is there anything else you need? Or would that be all?”

@Hastur

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

"Very well, I will draft what I need, in the meantime, I think you will find some of my acolytes most useful, consider it both a payback and an investment in future business."

he now coughs slightly.

"Only one more thing, I sincerely doubt lady tempest needs to be.. fully aware... of my survival currently, unless she inquires, I dare not keep secrets from her, but if she doesn't ask.. then I should not compromise my plans over it, let "master" j'av live his delusion that I am gone, out of the way, if my plan works this setback will be irrelevant, compared to dropping not just the mandalorians second capital, but the system, at tempests feet."

@DMCK

 

[Thel Xeros]

He realised the acolytes could potentially be useful one day, so he accepted the offer. “Thank you. If I have need of them, I will call on you.” Things were much more straightforward when Sith showed some sense of cooperation. Internal squabbles only caused more issues.

“I have no intention of letting it be known that you survived your duel. That’s your business. For now Cremek, I will leave you. Just make sure you provide me with the list of what you need and I will do my utmost to assist.” With that, Thel turned and made his exit. Given his dislike of Mustafar, he made sure to return to his ship quickly so he could leave the planet as soon as possible.

@Hastur

 

[Cremek "Krayt" Candorus]

"I will holo you the details."

he gave the sith master a nod as he walked out, before walking out himself, he would motion his hand in front of a few of his acolytes.

"we're going, gather what you need."

nods and murmurs sounded, as the mandalorians immediately got to work, it was finally time. For cremek, pieces were falling into place just as he had planned and it was time to make the first move now that the board was his. No pesky upstarts to stop him this time, no sith order to truly harass him, he was acting basically on his own will, and DAMN DID IT FEEL GOOD! Such a shame he would lose such tasty freedom when he returned to the fold.. if he did...


nonsense, still plenty for him to do.. right?.. surely he could carve a dominion on mandalore for himself and forsake the sith order, that corrupt rotting husk of a once powerful order, make something new.. something better.. no.. that would make him too many enemies, he was not a filthy dog like zorya.. he would cross this bridge when he gets to it..

@DMCK

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ooc: ending / exiting ig!