Now they'd reached the final answer, and Arla's demeanor didn't betray anything of her thoughts on the matter, though internally she churned them over. Her mother had always spoken highly of Raze even if Arla could tell it had always been layered with caution. Arla wouldn't say she knew much about the Dark Lord, but probably more than most. That still wasn't saying much, however.
Revenge, she said after a long moment, the word hanging in the air after she said it. It was the core of everything he had said, and it now made more sense. She wondered to herself if he had it out for the whole Order or just the one man. And she wondered if she should distance herself from him to prevent any fallout. Or report him to the Inquisitors for investigation about his loyalties.
On the flip side, Sith had been plotting to overthrow one another for generations. It was ingrained into the core of their culture, and if his feud really was only with the Dark Lord... well, more power to him?
Good luck with that, she said after a moment. An Acolyte with a dream to kill one of the most powerful and deadly Force-users in the galaxy was a situation where she knew who her money was on. Everyone dreamed of being on top, and most people died long before they reached it.
She leaned back against the wall, letting her head rest against it as she closed her eyes. The darkness was deepening and they'd need to move again the next day at first light.
I'm going to get some sleep, and you should to. The wards will make sure nothing sneaks up on us, she said.
The next morning came without too much issue. Like clockwork, the Nightsister stirred when the first rays of light crept over the horizon. She jerked slightly as she did, having that moment for about three seconds where she was waking up in a foreign place and couldn't actually remember where she was. Then she saw Wodan and then she saw the crappy building they were in and it all came flooding back to her.
She let out a quiet, throaty grunt that didn't indicate her incredible pleasure about being here and then pushed herself to her feet before looking outside. More infected meandered through the compound and she found herself not really feeling like dealing with them either. Maybe they could catch this guy and get out of here before they had to spend too many more nights out here.
On the bright side, at least it had been indoors and in "relative" safety.
@Braden
Revenge, she said after a long moment, the word hanging in the air after she said it. It was the core of everything he had said, and it now made more sense. She wondered to herself if he had it out for the whole Order or just the one man. And she wondered if she should distance herself from him to prevent any fallout. Or report him to the Inquisitors for investigation about his loyalties.
On the flip side, Sith had been plotting to overthrow one another for generations. It was ingrained into the core of their culture, and if his feud really was only with the Dark Lord... well, more power to him?
Good luck with that, she said after a moment. An Acolyte with a dream to kill one of the most powerful and deadly Force-users in the galaxy was a situation where she knew who her money was on. Everyone dreamed of being on top, and most people died long before they reached it.
She leaned back against the wall, letting her head rest against it as she closed her eyes. The darkness was deepening and they'd need to move again the next day at first light.
I'm going to get some sleep, and you should to. The wards will make sure nothing sneaks up on us, she said.
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The next morning came without too much issue. Like clockwork, the Nightsister stirred when the first rays of light crept over the horizon. She jerked slightly as she did, having that moment for about three seconds where she was waking up in a foreign place and couldn't actually remember where she was. Then she saw Wodan and then she saw the crappy building they were in and it all came flooding back to her.
She let out a quiet, throaty grunt that didn't indicate her incredible pleasure about being here and then pushed herself to her feet before looking outside. More infected meandered through the compound and she found herself not really feeling like dealing with them either. Maybe they could catch this guy and get out of here before they had to spend too many more nights out here.
On the bright side, at least it had been indoors and in "relative" safety.
@Braden