#xalek

"Harkun was nothing but a xenophobic tool. The dreg of the Sith, the obstacle of those who aspire to be grander." Lord Kallig say as he paced with his hands behind his back. He was still radiating of pure ecstatic power, the freedom of the ghosts' constant pestering and their agonizing grip to now this; the end of one annoyance and the claim of an apprentice.

A true apprentice.

Ashara wasn't an apprentice, not truly. She was a means to an end. She was a Jedi at her core, it took time to mold her. She tested his skill as a master, the patience and careful prodding, to study and know his enemy while turning one of their earnest own to his own.

Well, he supposes she is his regardless.

Finally...15 years. Since pre-ordering this game and getting it in Dec 20, 2011.

Finally.

Suffering against the universe and its evil

Medieval-Fantasy Ashara Zavros and Xalek

Darth Nox strode slowly before his apprentices; his gaze was piercing – even under his death mask. Ashara and Xalek in attention, almost competing for one another to falter to their master’s glare. Foolishness but the Dark Lord allowed it before finally speaking, “This is our moment, to prove onto the Dark Council as to why I stand among peers and it is unto you, I place this responsibility to represent me. As my apprentices and most potent agents, fail me in any way, you both will know my immense displeasure. Do I make my one – and only – warning clear?”

“Yes, milord.” They both said, crisp and clear. Ashara added, “We shall not fail you, your image and success is our utmost priority, Master.”

Nox did not expect anything more from Xalek. The Kaleesh had consistently been the least disappointment and he knew it or kept to his record. However, favoritism was not the Dark Lord’s game. Efficiency is. “Good, for you will go into Makeb and handle this Hutt situation. I must ensure our forces in this are coordinated to my vision…’ he took a moment to let his words sink. ‘And my vision is to ensure our Empire’s continuous existence and dominance in this pisspoor galaxy.”

“I will keep a constant observation upon you two during this critical mission. Traditional politics will not be yours to play, you will work together, or you will die together, we can not afford the hierarchy of ‘whomst the better apprentice’ in this. In the end of this, you serve me and the Empire. Anything else will be scrutinized at the pain of my disappointment.”  The emphasis was needed, Ashara might work to it but this was extended onto Xalek and he could see those cold golden reptilian eyes tense as the sorcerer’s hand crackled with the amethyst jeweled jolts.

“Yes, Master.” The Kaleesh said, knowing whom this was directed to.

“Good, dismissed.” Darth Nox finished, folding his hands behind his lower back and watched them go in preparation. There was a moment of silence in the Ambition’s debriefing room before there was a brush of something. In the far distance, a warm feeling in the cold tempest of the Darkness. It gave him a momentary feel of respite from the gnawing anxiety. Enough to continue on.  

When he stepped out, there was a presence brushing at his side like a knife. “I am going with them.” Andronikos Revel said, pushing himself from the wall. Good, then that will make his intended order less troublesome. “Oh?” Nox humoured as his mask’s dark sockets looked over at the pirate. “Look, we both know they are going to muck up like any newbie given a big mission. At least, with me there – the mess won’t be thermal, and we can make it into a nice cake for you to slice out and dish out.”

The Dark Lord tilted his head as if in thought to the idea, only for the scoundrel to snort with a wave of his hand. “Oh please, ‘Dark One’. Don’t act like you weren’t thinking about it too. You and I have been on this ride too long for that.” Andronikos half-joked and he is one of the few to be given that open policy of free tone. Formalities were tiresome sometimes. In fact, the lord laughed dryly. “And you would be right…don’t let them kill each other. Trying to get one of them was tedious as it was.”

“Yeah, you certainly took a while to get one that was actually trained to be Sith.” Andronikos noted with a grin, knowing the situation about that. On that, Nox yielded, “As if I had the pleasure of choice in my first, but…she is at least cooperative. Now.”