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  1. Blythe

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    Wearing her designer dress, Blythe waited for Siris to arrive. She had asked him to meet at a semi-reputable clothing store that was close to the Reeking Reek, but not too close. They could walk the rest of the way, which was much safer than taking a taxi or driving there.

    She had tried on several garments while waiting but was about ready to leave, so she was about ready for Siris to arrive. Although she wasn't wanting to go because she as tired of the store. No, she'd liked a few dresses, a couple hats, a dozen skirts and some jewelry but she didn't have anyone to bring it back to her place. And she was about to go attempt to wipe out a cult.

    While Siris was sometimes a jerk, he was a useful jerk. He was an asset like non other and she needed to clear that bounty off his head. There were many reasons why she wanted to—the most important though, at least to her, was to pay him back for all his help. There was no way she'd be thriving like this without him.

    Coming out of a change room, she ran her hands through her hair, then pulled her hair to one side. Combing her hands through her hair to combat any fluff made from putting on and taking off tops. She contemplated going to the entrance of the store and waiting for Siris there, but shrugged and decided to go back to the skirt section and let Siris find her.

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    Siris wasn't that sure why they were meeting at a clothing store but it was close enough to their target that he was willing to show up. They were "here" because the Lorda wanted a local cult to be taken care of. What interested Siris though was that the cult was ran by a Dark Jedi like him. He didn't know if that was actually true or not but he doubted the Hutt would lie to him and he knew their spies were some of the best. Siris had never heard of this cult and the Exile who ran it but it peaked his interest considerably. He wondered who the man/woman was that was the leader but they would soon find out and there was no reason to think about it then as he finally reached the front door of the clothing store.

    As he entered, there were a couple of people walking around and examining clothes but he couldn't find Blythe. A woman walked up to him and asked if he needed help but Siris just pushed past her and reached out with his senses. He soon discovered that Blythe was in the skirt section and he made his way over there. "That one," Siris suggested from behind her, pointing at the black one with a few intricate designs on it. She wouldn't have heard him move and it was as if he just suddenly appeared behind her as he crossed his arms over his chest.

    His gaze then went back to Blythe as he asked,
    "Are you ready to go Blythe?" Siris was naturally sketched out about most things and each passing second he felt like the cult would discover they were after them. He had been like that since he was born and that's why he always chose to skip the pleasantries and go straight to business. But the cult couldn't have known that Blythe and Siris were sent after it because they had just received the mission from the Lorda only a few days ago and it would hard for Siris to believe that the Lorda would tell the cult they were coming. Siris leaned against the small pillar in the shop and crossed his arms as he waited for Blythe to finish.

    They really had all the time in the world to do this and even though he asked if she was ready to go, he didn't mind if he would have to wait. The cult wouldn't be moving anytime soon and Siris did owe Blythe for managing to call a meeting with the Hutt and help in making the deal to remove his bounty. Siris could manage to wait in the store for Blythe if she wanted to continue but he didn't know if he would be that much help if she decided to start asking him fashion question.
     
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    "Hey miss, would you like to try some of our neighbors coffee?" one of the stores employees asked, offering a tray with little tester cups filled with the warm, steamy liquid. Blythe tipped her head, thinking for a second before deciding. "Sure, why not?" Surely no one was trying to kill her here with poisoned coffee, right? She picked up one cup, smiled at the employee then took a nice, long sip. Which was basically the entire thing.

    Blythe nearly jumped out of her skin when Siris seemly came out of nowhere. Letting out a little squeak and spitting out all of the coffee at the same time. She spun on her heels to face him with a shocked and annoyed look. One of her hands came up over her heart as she let out a breath she had been holding and said, "Jerk!" Then she went to give him a good smack on his chest, and whether or not she was successful she'd add, "Don't scare me like that!" While she was still somewhat scared of Siris in general, the smack was more of an unconscious reaction, something she didn't really think through.

    After she got a hold of herself she shook her head and smiled softly, finding it slightly funny although hopefully no one saw her get coffee on some of the skirts. Now she was curious about which one he had suggested and followed his point to the black skirt, only replying with a, "I suppose I'm ready but.." when he asked if she was ready. Grabbing it and pressing it against her hips to examine herself in the mirror, wondering if it was actually a good pick. Then she got an idea that made her smirk, turning back to Siris she held up the skirt in front of her. "Did you mean 'that one' for me or for yourself?"
     
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    His eyebrow arched as he jumped with a little squeak, not really expecting that from the notorious gang leader. Siris could only smirk at her calling him a jerk before attempting to slap his chest. Before it could reach however, his hand moved like a blur and it caught it mid-slap with his fingers wrapped around her wrist. "Don't be scared so easily." He countered back before dropping her and crossing his arms over his chest. After picking out the one he selected and comparing it against her hip, he thought that would really be the extent of her shopping before she turned around and asking him if he also meant it for himself. Siris just shook his head before pushing off the support, "Let's go Blythe." Siris was willing to stay for a couple of minutes at most but not to try clothing for him.


    Whether she bought the skirt or not he made his way outside, breathing in the air before she finally joined them. Siris didn't waste another second, heading down the street and further into the city. The Exile that led this cult didn't seem to mind being out the open, Siris able to track his signature quite easily even through the city. Either the cult leader hadn't come across his kind or he's been left undisturbed for so long that it didn't matter to him if people knew he was there. They didn't really have much to go on about this cult, the Hutt just telling the two of them what sector it was in before just sending them off to go take care of it by themselves. Siris had no idea what to expect, a group of worshippers that want to burn down everything or just some peaceful gatherers who just want to preach about the Dark Side and its power.

    After a few minutes of walking, they were nearing the poorer parts of Nar Shadda, trash littered everywhere with abandoned and old speeders laying on the side of the road. A few people were stripping off pieces of it, salvaging whatever they could to make some decent credits. Siris would know, he used to be and do the same thing as them. The group glanced at Siris and Blythe as they passed, assessing if they were a threat or competition. When they realized they weren't both they just returned back to their work. They would finally arrive at a run-down building, clearly abandoned with some windows shattered and graffiti-marked all along the sides. It would have looked like any other building around their but the place reeked in the Dark Side and the Exile could easily sense it.

    Siris had suppressed his signature the entire time they walked there, giving the Exile cult no clue that the two of them were outside of their gathering. Blythe would see Siris just stare right at the building as if burning a hole through a gaze and peering on what was happening inside. "I don't know what to expect, but do not show weakness. They will prey on it." Siris knew Blythe's experience with the Exiles weren't the greatest and that was the best warning he could give before stepping into a nest. With that said, Siris didn't wait for her reply if she had one as he stepped forward and entered.
     
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    A darkness enveloped the interior, the only source of light deep within the home. The exterior of the home displayed nothing of note, as the vast majority of the windows were boarded up concealing the dark mysteries within. The interior was run down and given no concern or care for some time now, the floors creaked and the walls reeked. The building was much larger on the inside and the two would have to explore in order to find the exacting activity on the inside.


    Deep within the building, unbeknownst to the newcomers, a signal had been tripped. A group of cultists in tattered black robes were praying to an altar with a statue of another robed figure concealing all identity. The group, 7 of them sat in contemplation and deep within thought, while not truly gifted they were barraged with the mere thought they were special and that they had powers, even the strongest of mind was twisted by these words of encouragement, inspiring a form of fanaticism. In two corners of the room, a red light had come up indicating the perimeter as being breached. The group remained silent as one shot to his feet and rallied them to the cause with simple hand gestures. Two took to a ladder ascending it, two took off toward a back room and took cover, two remained in the room with the altar, and finally one was sent to investigate the front door.

    The investigating cultist moved down the hallways, some twisting hall he wouldn't take long to find the front door. The cultist looked ahead and notice both Blythe and Siris, he lowered his hood revealing long grey hair he beckoned the two into the home. As a safety measure, the cultist had a sensor under his robe, he kept his left hand on it subtly. "Beings, come in - come as friends we welcome you all. We shall receive you with open arms and we're prepared to allow you to begin life anew." The man hissed, with no hostility only courtesy.

    The cult wasn't prepared to fight, not yet. The attention of these strangers was undetermined and as such the precaution is a welcome party, a single individual to test the purpose of the visit, the scout was trained in observations and monitoring even the simplest of movements and indicators. The scout bore a single vibroknife on his right hip, within close reach of his hand. The rest of the crew was hidden, preparing for any signs.


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    Blythe bit her bottom lip to hold back a giggle when Siris took off after her stint with the skirt. Maybe it was silly, but it was hilarious to her that she could chase a fabled exile away with a skirt. She put the skirt away with a smile and chased after Siris, pouting a little bit as she crossed the stores threshold. She'd have to come back here later to actually buy some of the clothing, when she had time to bring it back home.

    The two walked down the streets quickly, into the poorer section of Nar Shadda. One she wasn't uncomfortable in. This was where she grew up in, though she often tried to sneak into the richer parts of the moon, urchins were always chased away back to where society thought they belonged. As they passed the few people stripping parts she barely looked at them, not interested in drawing their ire. They'd die if they choose to attack Siris and Blythe, and she wasn't really interested in kicking people who were already down.

    As they reached the place she listened to Siris, simply giving him a nod as her answer. By now she was fairly use to exile's. Comfortable with some, wary of many. There were rogue ones like this still running around.

    Dirt kicked up from the back of her shoes as she followed Siris inside, but she stopped suddenly as someone stepped out and greeted them in a very culty way. Blythe simply smiled at the man, tipping her head as she spoke, "We want to meet your leader." She was aware they might attack them, or be setting up to attack them so she left her hands by her side. They wouldn't have to go far to grab her blasters.
     
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    Siris opened the door, it swung slowly before it collided with a wall and allowing them to step inside. He immediately sent his senses out to roam through the building, sensing multiple signatures and one approaching them. Siris' eyes slowly glanced in each direction he sensed a presence before the cultist reached them, noting where they were as he secretly called the force to him. When the man approached and lowered his hood, Siris arched his eyebrow, noting how the cultist held one hand beneath his robe on either a weapon or some type of alarm. Blythe spoke before he could and that was fine with him, demanding to be taken to the cultist's leader. Siris wanted to see this Exile for himself as well, observe how he managed to sway these people under his dark influence.

    Siris remained silent, his gaze locked on the cultist as he relaxed his posture. While he gave that appearance, he was still on edge, combat ready if the cultists decided to attack them. He could have killed everybody in the building without a second thought but it was always better to be cautious then receive a blade in your back. Siris waited for the cultist to lead them, his hands also dangling by his hips with his lightsabers in easy reach with them hidden under his clothes. The Hutt wanted them to eliminate the cult and maybe it was a mistake but Siris wanted to find out more information about it. Even the Hutt could wait, not giving her any type of agreement that they would kill the cultists the moment they saw him. Now, they just needed this scout to lead them to their leader.
     
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    "You seek a difficult choice. We can understand your desire to be wrapped in the warm embrace of the Timeless, it is a once in a life opportunity - it is welcoming, refreshing, but you can't just expect it. We shall announce you." The cultist lifted his right hand to his ear to access a comm link nestled within, he says a couple of things before lowering his hand. "We have been deemed unworthy. While your request is a very smart request, the Timeless is not prepared to encounter you - prove you deserve the embrace and perhaps the plan will change. We shall be watching you; unless you wish to challenge the decision..."

    The cultist turned away from Siris and Blythe, of course the cultist was expecting them to not just walk away but instead advance. People don't come walking into a cult's base of operation without the intent of either joining or wiping them out - seeking out alliances was never the primary purpose. With this on going assumption, the cultists made sure to have a few traps rigged throughout the house; they posed no danger until they were activated and those systems wouldn't activate unless they were triggered by the cult for immediate release; there were some ready in case they decided to advance. Of course, the more deadly traps were the traps that needed a direct input from the users, failsafes. This area was ripe with crime and vagrants, they were ripe for people trying to make a quick buck - it had become necessary as the haven had become victim in the past.

    It would be viewed as a test, a trial to test the resolve of any potential recruits, to inhibit anyone who desired to shut them down, they were fighters. A strong almost fanatical drive had been ingrained into the minds of the cultists, should a fight happen they'd fight to the very last breath and then some.

    Truth was, the cult wasn't looking for a fight and were hoping one would happen. They genuinely wanted to exploit the weakness of the citizens and scum of Nar Shadda. To bolster their ranks with a malicious intent. These was a moon full of advantage and anyone could bolster and rise up from the shadows had they wanted to.

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    The cultist spoke, giving some line about being in the embrace of the timeless before raising his hand to listen in on his comm link. Whispering back into it before looking back to the two of them, Siris arched his eyebrow at the man as he told them they were unworthy. The cultist told him they had to prove that they deserved the embrace or challenge the decision and Siris didn't have time to run through trials to show that he was worthy to meet this timeless. When turned around to walk away, the Warlord didn't lift a finger before the force would wrap around his throat and close off his airways. The cultist would be turned back around to face Siris as he was dragged to him, the Warlord's silver eyes gleaming as he stared back. Finally no longer hiding his signature, the power of it would blanket the entire building, announcing to the Timeless that he wasn't just some commoner looking for a place in life.

    When the cultist was about five feet from him he was stopped, his limbs locked in place and spread apart so he couldn't touch anything on his person and was completely exposed. Siris stepped forward towards him, the force building around him as it could be felt throughout the entire building. The Dark Side oozed off from him, also announcing to the Timeless that he wasn't a Jedi but an Exile. "You will take me to him if he is prepared or not. If you don't, I will raze this place to the ground and kill every single one of you." Siris' tone was cold, subtly telling the cultist that it wasn't time for games and speak mumbo jumbo. If he wanted to live, he would take the Warlord to the timeless right then and there and with giving off such an imposing figure, it would be hard to say no to him. Whether other cultist's jumped out in defense he would be ready, the force ready to be unleashed at a moments notice.


    After his words he sent a subtle push into the cultist's chest, forcing him to stumble back away from the two of them as Siris once more suppressed his presence. "Now," He spoke coldly before stepping forward and following whereever the cultist took. Whether it broke out from a fight from there Siris didn't care, he could bring this entire building down on their heads without a second thought. Sending a telepathic message to Blythe, Keep your eyes up, we don't know how many there are.
     
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    The cultist found himself strung up like a play toy with the powers displayed by Siris the cultist attempted futilely to fight back but he knew that it was impossible to resists and therefore he remained locked into place, the experience was painful and it wrought a tiny spike of fear within his body. The cultist met the eyes of his puppet master and listened to his words with an attentive nature. With his hands clear of the sensor on his waist, the few tiny defenses - traps - had been triggered now and the threat, was lost on the cultist and when Siris released the cultist from his grasp the cultist scrambled to his knees and knelt before the Exile lord. He remained at his knees without a word as Siris stepped forward. "If that is your bidding..." The cultist kept his eyes to the ground, with no look or movement. However, Siris had underestimated the cultist and his ideals or motivations - but Siris wouldn't know because until this moment nothing had been displayed and the cultist made sure not to betray his own thoughts.

    Siris only need to take that last step he had taken which released the subtle click, and then a rapid whoosh as 5 durasteel spikes shot up from the floor. With a trap sprung, the cultist who had been a tiny puppet to the Exile Lord allowed his fanatical fervor to take control as he lunged at the Exile and the Cartel, aiming for Siris as he had taken the lead of the two. The cultist immediately detached his vibroknife from his waist with his right hand and attempted to plunge the blade deep within Siris' left thigh.

    The cultists had no care, all that they had was the Timeless and when someone acted even as the slightest threat, it wasn't hard for them to make the decision to defend with their lives. Fanatics, they didn't care if they'd died and they never truly weighted their competition they simply did. They knew they likely had no chance, nor did they think the traps in place would even stop or slow down the opposition but they didn't care. They'd fight them, and the fight would prove the worth of the two. In the shadows, their leader would watch and judge as he wielded the Force to monitor the situation.

    As the trap sprung, one additional cultist had worked his way around the building out a back door and to the front, he had waited until he heard the sound of the spikes shoot up before he pushed his way in aiming for Blythe, but he had no idea where she was so he stood in the door eyeing the girl, a devilish grin on his face as he made his way toward the woman, trying to close the distance.

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