[Sith mission] Aftermath on Yinchorr

[Pureblood-Sin]

For Sin'ryk, it had felt like a lifetime since he last set foot on his homeworld. It felt like the wound within his soul was being slowly ripped open as the transport moved ever closer to the world of rock deserts; a world that he was a child of. The Red Sith had been meditating throughout the entire journey, seeking to turn that wound into a source of power; he was here just as much to confront his Siqsas as he was for the mission. Throughout these meditations, the voices of his tormentors grew stronger, declaring that he might as well be spitting on their funeral pyres, for now he shut them out. As Sin'ryk was accompanying Master Volitu on this mission, he had no doubt whatsoever that she could sense his inner conflicts...and his determination to overcome them so that he may grow stronger. The Red Sith then mentally slapped himself; sealed within his introspections, he had failed to greet the Togruta Sith. Prudently he decided to go do so swiftly. As he found himself outside of her chambers, he could sense her own meditations. Before he could decide on his next course of action, a mental confirmation flared within his mind. As he entered, he spoke with solemn respect, an act reserved for one who was worthy of it.

"Tyuk unh Asha Master Volitu, may our enemies fear our the blades in our hands and the blades of our minds."

 

[Negative Blessing]

Sith Master Grima Volitu sat, with legs crossed, levitating above the floor in her personal chambers; her two lightsaber hilts floating on either side of her. Her eyes were shut tight as she sat meditating through the Force while at the same time inhaling the Dark Side energies that were flowing around her and through her. She turned from the energies to the small vibrations coming from the ship that was destined to take them to the rocky desert planet of Yinchorr; a planet she had never visited but a planet rich in history and oppression.

The latter had no bearing on her personally, having lived a small portion of her life in oppression from the rulers of her former homeworld of Shilli; she now sought to oppress the weak through various techniques she has learned over the years. However, it was the former that had piqued her curiosity. She loved history and whenever a chance presented itself to her to learn more, she craved it like mynock craves energy sources.

She turned from the rumblings of the ship and began to expand her mind throughout the ship, touching the pilots of the craft and the handful of soldiers that were part of their own personal agenda that had no direct effect to her mission to Yinchorr. She could almost taste their anticipation and because of this, she mentally frowned to herself. To many were eager to throw their lives away and for what? She moved from them and sought out the Pureblood Sith, Sin'ryk Nalessh, through the Force and found him; deep in conflict with himself.

Conflict was the way of the Sith Order but conflict with yourself was dangerous. It was this type of conflict that got a Sith killed or act in a way that got them killed, or allowed those Jedi do-gooders to infect your mind with redemption and salvation. But he was not her Apprentice and unless he asked for her assistance in this matter, she would remain quiet until his inner conflicts threatened her right to live.

Opening her eyes, she felt the familiar presence of the Pureblood drawing close to her chambers. Letting herself touch down on the floor with her feet, she reached out and grabbed her two floating hilts in her hands and placed them back on her belt. Adjusting her cloak and pulling the hood over the top of her head and montails, she made ready for the forthcoming visitation from the Acolyte.

The doors opened and Sin'ryk entered her chamber and greeted her wholeheartedly spouting off some sort of philosophy. With a dark and sinister smile creeping on her corrupted face she replied, "My enemies do not have time to fear my blades Acolyte...by the time they realize I'm their enemy its far to late. I would have already destroyed their minds and cast aside their feeble existence into the darkness known as madness. That child, is what true power is!"

Then letting her smile vanish quickly, she adds, "Unless of course you are one of those that still holds to the belief that killing your enemy outright is a demonstration of true power."

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

"Unless of course you are one of those that still holds to the belief that killing your enemy outright is a demonstration of true power."

Sin'ryk need not hesitate to answer, he did not consider the Togruta an enemy at all.

"I never did hold that belief at all Master, for true power is how you use those around you and perhaps the ultimate power is to convince your potential adversaries is that you have none at all. Only when they do trespass does one strike like the Tuk'ata defending its master's tomb." He paused to take a breath, before continuing. "Besides, killing them would be a waste of potential that one can use later. Only when it has run its course or turns around to claim your head does one take the appropriate measures. Just as a general's role relies on how he uses his men, a merchant's profits depend on the micro-management of his assets. Both will eventually required to make sacrifices and cut off their losses at some point in their careers...just as a Sith must do in due time."

The Red Sith then decided to bring a few other things to Master Volitu's attention.

"Yinchorr is my homeworld master, the wounds of my soul were inflicted by the events on this planet within the deep deserts where only my people wander. I came here to not only deal with a crucial matter, but to confront and triumph over my internal conflicts. Rest assured it will not jeopardise us both; here a fool invites death and the Red Sith of Yinchorr raise none."

 

[Negative Blessing]

"So you are returning to your homeworld," Grima said noting in her memory banks her return to her homeworld where her thirst for revenge had been quenched. When she was younger and still a toddler in terms of wisdom and knowledge of the Force and the Dark Side, her former Master had warned her about returning to her homeworld to sate her need for revenge. Fortunately for her, a mission of utmost importance to the Empire had brought her back to Shilli; and a chance to kill those that had taken so much from her. She wondered if this was the same case with the Pureblood.

"'Let me ask you something Pureblood. This mission we are on....are you here because you seek to assist the Empire, truly....or is this your own personal mission to exact revenge from someone...or a bunch of someones that has done you wrong?"

Motioning for the young Acolyte to walk with her through the corridors of the ship, she added, "Or is it a little of both?" She did not care if this Pureblood wanted to hunt down his past and silence the whispers that probably haunted him in his sleep as long as he remained focused on the mission first; not allowing his need for revenge to dictate his actions. She would keep an eye on him and his motives. She liked him, sort of. He was wise enough to know not to become that typical Sith, the ones mothers told stories about to their children to frighten them into doing good. Nor was he walking down that path that would wind around one day and stab him in his back when he failed to see his own shortcomings and mistaken his strength fro complete weakness.

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

Sin'ryk needn't think for a second.

"I came master, on this mission for the Empire. I'm merely taking an opportunity to face not a Siqsa of the flesh, but one of the soul. To satisfy this would be a mere bonus compare, for there is a slight chance this Yinchorri businessman may know the whereabouts of a relic of my tribe...or perhaps a shard of it given that Yinchorri rival Gamorreans in their lack of a delicate touch. I'd be content with at least a clue to where it is."

The Red Sith held his tongue afterwards, just in case he unintentionally bored the Togruta to death/ If master Volitu made an enquiry of the object, he would answer. In the meantime, the pilot announced that they have arrived in the Yinchorri system and were making procedures to land in the rebuilt city of Tol-Kachorn. Sin'ryk once more turned to the Togruta.

"If I may master, let me speak on our behalf since I can speak Yinchorri. While it was mostly learned to understand whether or not they found us or acting on rumours, we learned it to the full. It is also easier to lull others into your confidence if you know their language."

In this situation, Sin'ryk would have used the mask Nox had gave for his recent 19th birthday...but it still made it clear he was a Red Sith. Instead, he pulled up his hood and wrapped a cloth around his lower face, concealing his tendrils and teeth.

"This may look ridiculous my Lady, but it is to protect the rest of my species on Yinchorr. Whilst it was a single tribe that slaughtered my own, the rest need not suffer just because one Yinchorri Red Sith showed himself to the natives who are known to be aggressive."

 

[Negative Blessing]

Grima found his answer to be satisfactory for now. She was not one to pry into the history or the past of others, just as she had kept her past a secret to all but her former Master until the moment presented itself to her; then she spoke of it to two other Sith whom she trusted. Grima looked up at the speakers when the voice of the pilot boomed through them alerting the Sith that they were in the system and would be making their descent into the city of Tol-Kachorn.

Grima tapped her left index finger on her lips contemplating what the red skinned Sith was asking. He wanted to take the lead on this mission; fascinating. He was showing initiative and that was something lost on most of the Acolytes being churned out from the temples. Normally she would take offense at such an obscene notion but the Pureblood had earned this in her eyes.

"Very well, Sin'ryk. What you say does hold alot of merit and it pleases me to see such initiative in one so young. You have the lead...for now," the Sith Master announced to the Pureblood. As she was about to exit the chamber, he continued to speak as he began hiding his features.

When he finished, she felt a pang of anger growing for the natives of this planet. Yes, she was Sith and though most Sith seek to oppress the weak; she did not hold to that same belief when it came to the species in the galaxy. However, she did believed the weak should be oppressed because they deserved nothing less but to see a whole species being oppressed like the Wookies and now these Purebloods from Yinchorr or her own people at one time, she was appalled. Perhaps the Dark Council and the Empire should tighten their hold on this planet and investigate this matter further. It was not to long ago the Empress decreed slavery outlawed in the Empire's territory but oppression on such a grand scale bordered between slavery and genocide.

"You are Sith....and not just in terms of your species but in terms of an Order. You should not have to hide your face or who you are because of the aggression of the natives. In fact, if these natives wish to see aggression...true and absolute aggression...then perhaps I can demonstrate to them how aggressive I can become when my pacifism is tested," the Sith Witch said raising her voice. But before the Pureblood could reply she cut him off and added, "Very well then. In fairness to you and in fairness to your people I will ignore the fact that you are forced to hide your identity...for now."

Grima exited the chamber heading for the docking bay where their transport awaited them. As she walked down the corridor she made mental notes on the atrocities taken place on Yinchorr. If the Council or the Empire were powerless to defend the citizens they ruled over, then perhaps a hand few of strong and True Sith could recify this situation on Yinchorr.

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

"I thank you for your understanding master, we've kept ourselves to the deserts ever since we arrived on Yinchorr over 2000 years ago. Since the old Republic did not come here until about 500 ABY, we felt it perfect...until we realised the locals had a penchant for violence. It is simply a case of not stirring the hornet's nest, especially when one is outnumbered."

Said Sin'ryk as he finished wrapping the scarf around his face; at this moment he would probably pass for a Kaleesh. Content with the results, the masked Red Sith turned once more to master Volitu.

"It does not help that the Yinchorri share a similar mythology with humans when it comes to Siqsash. Put it this way; you see Yinchorri merchants saying they have demon 'horns' for sale or the tears of a Red Sith hag. While this happens, many of us fight each other over the trivial issue of Blood purity. I believe you may agree with me master that the very idea is a bad joke, when the issue is no good if that bloodline dies out. What we really need is unification, so that the Yinchorri avoid us...for we just desire to be left alone."

He shook himself free of such thoughts, now was not the place. The pilot's voice echoed over the vox-net, stating that the ship has entered Yinchorr's atmosphere and that they were making preparations to land.

"However master, I believe we have a Yinchorri businessmen who has the...honour of meeting the Sith. We'd be discrediting the Imperium if we arrived late."

 

[Negative Blessing]

Grima nodded toward the Pureblood when he finally finished speaking. It was time to meet this businessman and obtain the data for which they came here for. Just as the ship touched down, Grima pointed for Sin'ryk to lead the way. He knew the language and this was his homeworld and she wanted to observe how he handled himself.

When the two Sith emerged from the shuttle, they were approached by what Grima could only assume was what passed for security around here. "Remember we need to get the account information and kill the businessman. In spite of everything that you have told me...I will deal with the businessman while you obtain the account information," she whispered to Sin'ryk before the others where in range.

Raising her voice slightly she added to her partner, "You're up."

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

And so Sin'ryk did lead on, noting the Togruta Witch's words as they approached and were approached by the Yinchorri security. The disguised Pureblood raised his hand in a Yinchorri gesture of greeting...or at least as best as his tridactyl hands could form. The towering reptilian humanoids then spoke to the two Sith, unknowing of who they were.

"Halt while we initiate standard protocol questioning outsiders. First state your business in Tol-Kachorn!"

Now it was Sin'ryk's turn to speak, his lips and tongue effortlessly shaping the Yinchorri language.

"We've come to discuss business that will bring many things to your people. Things of a wealthy nature."

The two security guards looked befuddled, that an 'offworlder' could speak their language with flawless pronunciation. When they spoke again, it seemed to be in a more friendly tone.

"You speak our tongue well outlander, state the names of you and your companion."

"I am Xivrikai Ta'Narlak and this is my...wife Ti'Nari."

The two Yinchorri rose their eyebrow ridges.

"What is your species then Aphroditos? Why do you cover yourself?"

The Red Sith did not need to hesitate.

"I am a Kaleesh, I was brutally scarred by my former slave-masters until I bought my freedom." He then added something of a fake tinge of sadness to his voice. "I only dare show my loathsome features to my beloved here."

The two Yinchorri shrugged, it seems Sin'ryk's falsehoods were working.

"Our apologies for inquiring the latter then friend, you are lucky for acquiring such a pretty Togruta." The two security guards then stepped aside. "You are free to go then, don't cause too much trouble then."

Sin'ryk grasped one of their hands and shook it.

"Thank you blessed Yinchorri, I shan't forget your kindness."

He then gestured politely for Master Volitu to follow him, content that they were far enough from the two guards, the Pureblood then began to relay the fabrications he had made to the Sith Witch.

"I hope you do not mind my Lady, but we are currently using pseudonyms here. I am known as Xivrikai and you are Ti'Nari. As abominable as it may sound, I told them that you are my wife...and that I am a brutally scarred former slave who bought his freedom. By the Ancestors it is good that Yinchorri are so innately gullible and naïve, that resistance of theirs to mind tricks seems misplaced."

 

[Negative Blessing]

Grima did not understand the words exchanged between Sin'ryk and the two security force members but she could read body language and wondered what was being said. She put her faith, something she rarely did, in the knowledge that Sin'ryk would not mess this up. If he did, and not on purpose of course, it seemed to her they would have to fight and act quickly to obtain what they were sent here for and do.

It appeared the ruse had worked and they were allowed to go about their business. When they were away from the security force members, she listened as Sin'ryk explained to her what had transpired in the conversation. She could only smile at his ability to deceive but found she was suppressing a greater smile at the mention she was a wife. She had never perceived herself as marriage material or the fact that someone would mistaken her as a type to marry. She was dangerous and though she was in control of her emotions at all times; a slight anger from a husband or even a wife's action could throw her into a fit of rage and then she would be a widowed.

"You done well back there....husband. I will continue to use this alias...Ti'nari for the remainder of our duration here. Also, I will hide my Force signature so I do not alert others to my presence," Grima said just as she began to vanish in the Force, leaving her to appear to be an ordinary female Togruta. She closed her cloak around her hiding her two hilts from prying eyes.

"We must act quickly though. Even a well effective ruse can be unraveled and I do not trust our faux marriage will last forever. I assume you have a plan to get us into the palace of this businessman?"

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

Sin'ryk pondered the Sith Witch's words. Whilst theirs is not the hubris born by the Hutts, the Yinchorri naiveté coincides with their pride as well. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a cargo ship unloading its goods. Catching site of the two pilots, the Red Sith noticed a data pad in the back pocket. He swiftly whipped out his own and began downloading it using the auto-hack system. After it was done, he then proceeded to relay his downloads to Master Volitu in the Sith language...of course no-one else here would know there was even a Sith language.

"Apparently, we are the co-owners of the Anrhatulak...Now if I tweak here." He began making the changes to the ship's name and the ownership. Of course there was no plan to steal it unless it was necessary, since the copy was fake. "Now we are the 'co-owners' of the 'Emerald Sun' and our cargo is various wines and spices imported from Zeltros and various exotic and rare, non-Force artefacts. The Intelligentsia Caste of the Yinchorri are innately paranoid...they make themselves feel more secure through displaying opulence to their rivals. With...the goods we possess, we should be able to persuade our way into the office. I hear they like to hire Human or Twi'Lek secretaries too...if fortune favours us then we may influence the secretary's opinion of us, perhaps even make her say that a contact recommend them."

He put the data-pad back into his robe and switched back to Basic.

"How does that sound 'my dear'?"

 

[Negative Blessing]

Grima followed the Pureblood's eyes and hers landed on a cargo ship. She knew where he was heading with this and after he told her the plan, she could only agree with it. It could work and the secretary was the Sith Witches' target. The two Sith entered the registration office and when the secretary looked up from her computer console, she gave the duo an odd look. The human female was about to open her mouth but abruptly halted the gesture.

Grima, having invaded the mind of the female quickly, began to dominate the woman's mind using Dominate Mind speaking to her through the Force. "My name is Ti'nari and this is my husband Xivrikai. We are the owners of the cargo vessel Emerald Sun...our cargo is that of wine and spices from Zeltros in addition to rare non-force artifacts. You will add into your computer file that a contact by the name of Fri'oki has personally vouched for us. Our cargo will be delivered to his palace and that our names are on his guest list for tonight's party."

The Sith Master watched as the female human began typing, adding into her computer everything the Sith Master told her through the Force. When the girl was done she turned her head, her eyes still glazed over, up at Grima; waiting for my instructions. Turning her attention briefly to Sin'ryk, Grima says, "I ordered her to add our ship to the Fri'oki's manifest....our businessman....and that it is to be delivered to his palace. Also, I had her add our names to his guest list for tonight. I recall reading in the mission briefing he was hosting a party at his palace to sell off wares...what that entails I do not know."

Turning her attention back to the spellbound female, Grima once again dips back into the girl's mind and uttering the spell word, "Zmir" and erases the girls knowledge of what had just transpired using the Sith spell Memory Rub. When the girl shakes her head a few times to the left and right, she looks up at Grima and asks, "Uhm, can I help you?"

Grima feigning embarrassment says, "Forgive us miss...it appears my husband and I have entered the wrong building. Excuse us." Grima turns on her heels and smiles at the Pureblood as she heads for the exit.

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

Recognising the song of Sith magic fading in the Force, Sin'ryk listened closely to the Togruta's words and smiled.

"If I know Yinchorri well enough, it is certain to be something they will view as desirable. Were it not so, they would have destroyed it. I suspect our...wares will be important to them, since as you can see, Yinchorr is far from a tropical paradise. That sort of thing would be of much value. Slaves are very unlikely, given a combination of Imperial law and Yinchorri collective utilitarianism."

The Red Sith looked up at the sky, and noticed the angle at which the sun lay in the sky. It seems the party was due to begin very soon.

"It seems we better get going master that party could begin at any moment." He then reached into his robe and pulled out a vial of reddish yellow fluid."If I can lace the primary drinks container with this, it will cause the alcohol to enter the bloodstream faster, allowing them to get intoxicated quicker. If they are in such a state, they will not care what we get up to."

 

[Negative Blessing]

Grima eyed the red and yellow liquid and wondered if it was a product of alchemy or had the Pureblood found some contact in which to obtain such a liquid. Grima was finding this Sin'ryk to be a very capable Sith. "Once we enter the palace....we will split up gradually so we do not arouse suspicion. You deal with the other guests and I will inquire about finding the account information. Once I manage to peel that information away from a member of this businessman's entourage, I will pass it on to you....then I will deal with that business."

The two Sith, after giving their names to the guards at the entrance of the palace, entered the spacious and highly decorated mansion. After a few brief conversations with other party guests, Grima slipped away from her 'husband' and began to mingle with the other guests; keeping her eye on Fri'oki. Grima, not wanting to tip her hand, moved through the crowd until she spotted her target. One of Fri'oki's security guards was standing alone guarding a wall that was playing host to several different pictures.

Taking up position next to the guard and keeping her eye on Fri'oki's activities, Grima slowly invaded the guard's mind, dominating it completely. Using the Force, she forced the guard to spill all knowledge of the layout of the palace; including his bosses computer terminals which included the account information. Grima exited his mind and like the female secretary; erased any memories of speaking to the Sith Master.

Grima walked away from the guard and after finding Sin'ryk in the Force, she said to him through their mental link, "I have found what you need. There is a chamber, which is guarded by two to three of his cronies, that rests on the west wing of his palace. To get there...you will need to take a turbolift to the underground structure and from there you will find your goal. The palace is not on high alert minus this chamber....so security is pretty relaxed tonight. I will wait until you have the information before I act on the businessman....unless of course an opportunity presents itself before then."

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

As they entered the palace and after the two Sith held a few brief conversations, Master Volitu parted from Sin'ryk. After excusing himself, the Pureblood immediately made his way over to the table where food and drink were held. Withdrawing the phial from within his sleeve and placed several drops into the liquids that were available. This party will start to become more interesting, Sin'ryk thought with amusement. He then slowly backed away and then faded into the crowd, watching as more party-goers began to partake of the tainted drinks, quickly they will grow intoxicated. Then, he heard the voice of the Togruta Witch in his mind.

I have found what you need. There is a chamber, which is guarded by two to three of his cronies, that rests on the west wing of his palace. To get there...you will need to take a turbolift to the underground structure and from there you will find your goal. The palace is not on high alert minus this chamber....so security is pretty relaxed tonight. I will wait until you have the information before I act on the businessman....unless of course an opportunity presents itself before then.

On it, he simply said back before making his way to the destination.

---

As expected, the hallways were extremely empty; save for the occasional servant maintaining the pristine condition. The Yinchorri may be gullible fools, but Sin'ryk had to admit that the Intelligentsia certainly were onto something right in the manner they maintained their homes. Soon however he found himself at the destination. The 3 bodyguards were Yinchorri, this should make the task easier. This businessman really needed to not rely on his kinsmen so much, not for the first time he wondered whether or not the name of the Intelligentsia was created to ease egos. By the time they saw him, the Red Sith already spoke in their tongue.

Guards! Quick! I just saw two Jawa make off with the Lord's treasure! Catch it before we lose our jobs and our heads!"

Swiftly the three guards ran off in the direction he was pointing in; whilst Sin'ryk was trying to stave off the urge to burst his sides laughing. Content that he was under control, the Pureblood made his way to the turbolift. Feeling it moving made him...uneasy to say the least, but then again much of his years were spent as low-tech Nomad on this planet. As it stopped, he withdrew the datapad from his robe and strode over to the nearest terminal and inserted it. As the topics began to pop up, something about "A sword of the Blood Demons for sale" manifested, but occurred 2 months ago. The Red Sith knew what it meant, but decided to investigate when danger wasn't breathing down his or Master Volitu's neck. Now that he had gathered all account information, Sin'ryk mind-whispered to the Togruta.

It is done, I will make my way back to the main hall.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Like a predator stalking its wounded prey after delivering the initial poisonous bite, Grima followed the businessman, Fri'oki, with her eyes and when he disappeared through a sliding door, she waited a few minutes then stepped through the door herself. She noticed that she was in a corridor with several more art decor on the walls, but she did not fancy herself a critic of the skill and quickly dismissed any notions of examining the pictures; her prey was on the move still.

Rounding a corner that ended after walking along a twisting corridor, she came to a lone door, the only door in this entire corridor, that was being guarded by to lightly armed guards. Grima knew her target had entered this door and as she moved toward the door, the two guards raised their weapons but before they could question her motives as to why she was here, she gripped both of them through the Force, lifting them up off their feet using Force Wound until their hearts shattered. She let them fall to the floor and she opened the door using a keycard she found on one of the dead guards.

Fri'oki was standing behind his desk looking through some datapads when he heard the door open. Looking up he saw Grima stepping through the threshold. Fri'oki opened his mouth to speak but was quickly silenced when he noticed he was reaching down onto his desk top and bringing up his small hold-out blaster. His eyes, now filled with terror and fear, watched as his left hand raised the pistol up to his left temple; placing the cold muzzle against it.

Grima, having dominated the mind of Fri'oki completely, smiled at the man just as she forced him to pull the trigger on the pistol. Grima turned around and left the office before Fri'oki's body hit the floor.

"Fri'oki is no more. I will see you in the main hall," Grima's voice said echoing in the mind of Sin'ryk.

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

"Fri'oki is no more. I will see you in the main hall,"

Was all Sin'ryk needed to hear to quicken his peace; it would not be long until the other guards discovered Master Volitu's deed. The Pureblood clasped his hand to his stomach to make it look as if he's eaten something he shouldn't. As he came into the hall, what he saw almost made him laugh. It seems the plant extract had done its job well; many of the party guests were very intoxicated. Some even looked set to regurgitate the exotic food they had not long ago consumed; its seems their escape plan was sound. Before long, they were beginning to hurl inappropriate comments at each other, it would not be long before it descended into an unsightly. Sin'ryk decided to head over to the way of the exit, before long he saw the Sith Witch's distinctive montails in the slowly-bloodthirsty crowd. Still he stood, waiting for her to come He whispered into her mind.

I think that plant extract was a bit too strong, but it seems it will provide a brilliantly lengthy distraction when these pretentious fools leap for one another.

 

[Negative Blessing]

Grima's eyes fell on the other party guests as they were clutching their stomachs, while others where hurling up their food. She moved through the crowd toward Sin'ryk and the exit. "We should be going husband," Grima said passing him by and gripping his right shoulder to get him moving out the exit.

Once outside she let her grip go and said, "If there is other business you need to attend to....then is now the time. If not, we should head for the docks, board our ship, and head for home."

 

[Pureblood-Sin]

"There's no need to stay, I've got the thing our mission demanded, and what my heart demanded. Let us go home then master."

As they turned to make their way back to the ship, Sin'ryk turned back to look at the party guests as they broke it into fighting and vomiting. He then turned to Master Volitu, deciding it would be best to satisfy her curiosity.

"Just a little something I extracted from a fungi found in Korriban's tombs; given how neglected some of them are it would not be hard to find them. No doubt the energies of the Dark Side have granted them their peculiar effects."