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[Iymril]

Naboo (In-route) l Death Enabled​

Most Sith in todays age would have found the task passed down to Iymril disgusting. The slow systematic torture and then slaughter of an entire family was a cruel and depraved act. One that even among the Sith was considered evil. For Iymril? This was just another Taungsday.

In fact, Iymril sat in the living room aboard their ship carefully manicuring their nails. It didn’t bother them that they had an Acolyte who likely wanted them dead and a perfectly mute stranger onboard. Nor were they particularly troubled by the fact both women had volunteered to come with them.

In fact, it was quite the opposite, their ears had been perked for most of the trip. All this meant to Iymril was that not all Sith had allowed the weakness of morality to creep in. Some still understood that to truly obtain the power of a deity, pedestrian ideas had to be put to the side. The Dark Side required sacrifice to truly delve into it. Humanity was just another thing that had to be trimmed away.

“Kyssiara,” Iymril called to the Acolyte. “Find the remote for the holo-projector and the change channel to four hundred and twenty-two.” They instructed. “The new season of Days on Dathomir is about to premier and I will not miss how the new season starts.” Iymril continued before their attention shifted to Nefid. “Can you believe that Night Sister Jez’E’Bell was about to sacrifice Fred’dii? Absolutely wonderful cliff hanger!”

The Sephi lounged in a pair of purple pajama pants and matching robe. They had on a pair of purple fuzzy house shoes. And their hair was up in a bun. They seemed utterly relaxed for the grisly actions they were about to undertake.

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[Kyssiara Serket]

The initial bloodlust born from an immediate reaction to learning of Master Trael Osso's role in her master's death is what led Kyssiara to volunteer herself to help in the punishment laid down by Darth Arcanos. Now though, en route to Naboo, the girl's emotions were as turbulent as they'd ever been. The task before her was frankly horrifying, yet the prospect of revenge was so incredibly tantilizing.

Part of her was salivating at the chance to hurt Trael, to take away from him what he'd stolen from her no matter what. Kyssiara's other half wanted to puke at the thought of being excited to slaughter a family.

Then, of course, there was Iymril. Trael's attack dog was leading the mission, and as much as the Pureblood wanted their head as well the Sephi had only been a tool. There was a tactful pursuit of power to be admired in their navigation of the situation, but that didn't lessen Kyssiara's hatred for them. That hatred, however, paled in comparision to what burned in the girl's soul towards Trael, and for this mission that would be enough.

How that translated to sitting down in Iymril's ship and doing some reading for their sign-casting class while the Sephi lounged around in pajamas Kyssiara couldn't quite figure out, but it did create a sense of calm before the storm that helped to focus her emotions. The girl begrudgingly followed Iym's directions, finding the holo-projector remote on a nearby table and turning on the ridiculous show the champion had requested. Were they really going to engage in such mindless entertainment at a time like this, acting like it was all normal?

Maybe this was normal, and any inclinations otherwise were a weakness Kyssiara needed to carve out. To truly become a Sith.

The acolyte returned to reading a scanned tome on her datapad while Days on Dathomir began playing on the holo-projector, golden eyes flicking up every now and then to simply... observe! It wasn't like she was actually watching it or paying attention or anything...

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[Nefid]

Strange how they’d made an expedition out of it.

Of course, Nefid was never going to give up front row seats to the kind of angst about to happen, nor to miss the chance to step up for an old friend by coming along. But somehow she doubted her unique motivation, stemming from her gift, applied to the other two.

Or perhaps it did. Perhaps it was what made them Sith.

Nefid lounged in everyday leathers, classically Twi’leki. The girl was the more interesting one of the duo, with her emotions so high and conflicting. Hatred, self-hatred for what they were embarking on, and... more hatred for someone else. Hmm. Not that interesting, all things considered. Sith were like that, sometimes.

The other one was harder to read, and Nefid didn’t push her luck. Ordinary beings were one thing, but too often she found Force sensitives mistook her curiosity for aggression. Her way to talk.

Being addressed, the woman pressed two fingers to her lips and shook her head, like she’d done a thousand times before.