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[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi hadn't thought about Feifi Candorus since the mission to Umbara. Their former apprentice had proven only to be a disappointment, a waste of time, too stubborn and prideful for her own good. The Tiefling hadn't even been sure she was still alive until they'd checked the registry of acolytes at the new Sith Academy on Korriban. Not to make amends or to see if the girl had grown, no; they suspected Feifi had something crucial to their new project.

The girl was the daughter of the deceased traitor Cremek Candorus, who'd been known to be one of Darth Raze's exalted. Whether he'd kept some kind of journal about his life or built a holocron Ayomi wasn't sure, but if he did there was no doubt he'd have left it to his daughter. Mandalorians were weak like that, always prioritizing family ties as some kind of sacred bond. Beyond any record of his experiences, or anything else Cremek might have made, Feifi had something possibly even more valuable: his blood. Cremek might be gone, but a path to understanding Raze's creations remained open through his spawn.

To that end, Ayomi had travelled to the new academy on Korriban and submitted an anonymous request to meet with the girl. All she'd be told by the instructors was that a champion was here to speak with her privately, in an unused training room where they wouldn't be bothered. Some time ago, the Tiefling might have relished the look on Feifi's face when she realized who the visitor was; now, though, they were only cold and indifferent. The acolyte herself was beneath Ayomi's interest, and she was only useful so long as she cooperated. If not?

Acolytes failed lethal challenges every day. Another name added to the list would be of no consequence to anyone.

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[Feifi Candorus]

"Ahh, why hello there Champion Jakarta, just what do I owe the pleasure.."

Feifis voice drifted, modulated and monotone, cold like the grave itself as the door opened and the concordian stepped through the entryway, she had changed much after she went her separate ways with them, grown physically, her body was still thin, but there was a muscular hint to it, taught and agile now, and mentally, two sabers hung upon her belt along with other trophies, judging by the design, of jedi make.. trophies claimed in trials by fire, she would stop upon seeing her former master, not out of fear, no, but something else, lifting her hands to remove her helmet. It was shown in her smile and her eyes, that smile had no compassion, no, it had nothing left inside, her eyes reflected something new now, different, they had seen death over and over and over, and yet just like him, they were never satisfied.

They weren't a mad ones eyes, no, they had purpose, even if feifi merely pretended to be the individual she was formerly, they had a purpose now. If her former master thought that the incident would hold her, then they would find the concordian had come back to the sith like a lion roaring.

Feifi came back, manipulating the weak amongst this academy, forging a network of eyes through blackmail, intimidation, and bribery, breaking those who wouldn't bend, like how she mauled that jedi on verona, Her former master refused to see the potential she'd reach, so she took by force what was MEANT for her on verona, and prooved not only to herself, but her sith brethren that she is more than hot air, she was a killer, and a good one at that, if she could face down a trained jedi, and win.

"I heard Champion Jakarta suffered quite the setback recently." Feifis eyes looked to Ayomi's tail. "What's a limb lost to a sith, hmm? But I digress, if you're here to see me, then you no doubt want something, so, lets do business."

The spider nodded, there was no need for hostilities just yet, feifis revenge would come, Ayomi will suffer, but for now, she would play the part of the moron she used to be, pretend that she was still amicable towards them, for now, if only so she could put her plans into motion later.

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[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi's expression remained blank and unchanged as Feifi entered the room, removing her helmet and offering a greeting as if the two were old friends. They wondered if the girl believed herself clever enough to make the champion believed there was no ill will between them; the Tiefling was well aware of the girl's powerful emotions, of the threat that they'd end up like her father before they'd nearly cleaved Feifi in half on Utapau. Either she was arrogantly overconfident, or a terrible Sith.

It became quickly apparent that the acolyte was the former, with the girl alluding to the injuries Ayomi has suffered on Korriban; their obvious lack of a tail in particular. The Tiefling's gaze narrowed as they reached out with the Force to fling Feifi against the wall. The girl would begin to feel a pressure building against her throat, like an intangible noose cutting off her access to air. If she resisted, the champion would only strengthen their focus to overpower her.

"Let's be clear about something, acolyte." Ayomi said as they addressed Feifi in a cold, uncaring tone. "This is no casual meeting, and there will be no negotiations. You are to hand over everything you have that belonged to or relates to your late father. If you refuse, you will die and I will take it myself." The champion closed the distance between them, never letting up their grip on the acolyte. "Do you understand?"

If Feifi acknowledged affirmatively, Ayomi would release their telekinetic hold on the girl. If she did anything else, they were ready to finish what they'd started on Utapau.

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[Feifi Candorus]

Feifi remained calm, the worst thing she could do in this situation would be to panic, show fear, weakness, as she swiftly thought of a plan as she was flung to the wall, she was well used to taking physical punishment, and has even slightly developed a.. enjoyment of the pain, pain, it made her stronger, like fire, it purged, it cleaned imperfection, as an idea would swiftly fly to her head, the helmet.. as she nods, being let go of the grip.

"Ah.. I see.. in that case.. It seems I have little choice, very well, you want that mans secrets, then what I may suggest is the helmet, bound in all sorts of enchantments and inscriptions, the scant few notes regarding it say that it was some sort of.. key? like he.. inscribed knowledge into its contents.. It currently resides at thule, but one can almost taste the prescance... echo that seems to have imbued itself into the helmet, no doubt it has the answers you seek, or at the least, can set you on the path to them, claim the helmet, and I will be able decipher whatever you discover."


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[Ayomi Jakarta]

The talk of some kind of echo imbued into the late Cremek's helmet was intriguing to Ayomi, but the helmet had been claimed by Darth Tempest as a trophy after the traitor's execution. Nobody knew where the Dark Lord was at the moment, but until Darth Arcanos made the quiet part loud and moved against her the Tiefling wasn't willing to cross Tempest just yet. Ayomi filed the thought away to revisit later regardless.

Besides, they hadn't asked about possible leads or directions for fetch-quests. Feifi would feel the air grow static as Ayomi drew upon the Dark Side again, ready to renew their assault upon the acolyte at a moment's notice. "You seem to misunderstand me, acolyte." the champion said in the same dark tone as before. "I have made a demand for what you possess, not what is strewn across the galaxy." they explained. "If you have nothing then you are of no use to me; but I will make sure your room is overturned, and if you are found to be lying to a superior I will not hesitate to end your journey with the Sith."

Small arcs of lightning flashed between Ayomi's fingers as they talked, their eyes shining a bright gold. "What will it be, girl? You will not be warned again."

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[Feifi Candorus]

"I see, in that case, yes, I have what you seek.."

the concordian would place her helmet back on, her hatred, her rage, silent but deadly in its intensity, gave her the power to continue, to bear her fangs if need be, she had long been preparing for this eventuality, and had building up her skill and know-how on how to defend herself, if her former master were to unleash that lightning, feifi would be ready to respond with a well placed tatiminus to catch and redirect it safely, or act to repurpose it into a force push in case ayomi tries anything funny by lifting her that way again.

"Very well, It seems I have no choice, you want that information, and I have no more need for that information.. fine.. you want it, you can have it.. then we may part ways, and I may continue my plans to assassinate a rally master."

Feifi would exhale slightly, there would be time for her revenge later, for now, she would play along and roll with the punches, a fight here would be highly in the champions favor, no, feifi would have to wait until they were weak,or she was stronger, strike then, even if part of her wanted to challenge them to a battle of supremacy over it, she would surely lose here, but Feifi would never forget this. Hatred, pain, contempt, revenge, they were her greatest motivations, her power source, where there was passion, there was power, and feifi was as passionate as they came at the moment, passionate in her desire to see both the leader of rancor squadron's, and now ayomi's, heads added to her belt. Soon.. it will come soon... Feifi had gotten all she needed out of her late fathers instructions on kadeesh, now all that was left was essentially his diary and musings based off his life experience for her to turn through, but that was of little to feifi value now, like they would truly understand or comprehend it's intricacies, if they wanted to chase after a mad man, let them.

She would now toss her book bag at the champions feet.

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[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi let up on the attack they'd been preparing as Feifi relented, tossing her bag down to the floor. The champion called it to their hand, nodding to the girl in satisfaction. There was no use it assaulting her any further; the message had been sent and Ayomi had gotten what they wanted. Anything else wasn't worth the Tiefling's time.

"You may go now, acolyte." Ayomi instructed. "I have no further need of you."

They'd keep a wary eye on the girl as she left; Feifi's hate radiated through the Force, and they weren't one to take any chances when someone who wanted them dead was standing right in front of them. True to their word, the Tiefling had made sure to take precaution against Feifi lying as well. While the two had been meeting, Ayomi had instructed several grotthu working for the academy to search every inch of the girl's room and relay anything they found to the champion. They would know if Feifi was hiding anything there, but it seemed like the Mandalorian was smart enough to know there was nothing really to be gained from such an endeavor.

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