Ebonclaw Compound (Myrkr)

[¤Cyris¤]

*Cyris opens the doors to a empty room, she walks in*

"bwael tlu rath..."

*She sits down and puts her head back*

[Rayken/Hk-62]

}{HK-55}{ said:

*Lifts his arm blocking the blade*

statement: dosst karliik orn lor yugho pholor jabbuken reibe

*he pushes the blade away with nothing more then scratched paint, He steps back and waits*

No i would like to keep my head thank you

[Johan]

* Landing, the mercenary turned his engines off and remained inside the cockpit of his ship as he said nothing. In turn, Johan felt the situation required peace of the mind. He couldn't stop his shoulder from aching and his head throbbed horribly, hoping deeply that the situation he had come to refute wasn't fruitless. Much troubled him in those few moments as his last encounter with his kind flashed back. He closed his eyes, sighing deeply as the holopix flashed on and it was indeed Antores himself. Just the image of the older individual gave him the courage he needed and he said nothing staring into the deep expanse of stars encompassing the area.*

[Triune]

*Note: All of the Ships in Johan's group are targeted, they are told they're targeted, it is explained through a comm link that should they power up their weapon systems, should their shields raise, should their active sensor arrays come online, should they attempt to launch any vessel save the one that carried Johan to the surface they will be fired upon and destroyed. From the orbital weapons platforms, to the En-kiira class heave cruiser battle group, to the Retributor and it's fleet of 50 capital ships, to the planetary emplacements they all hold target lock on the vessels. It is also indicated that this is standard operating proceedure for any vessel entering the Myrkr system. The Matron prizes her privacy.*

*Upon landing on Myrkr only a pair of guards are visible but the Vornskr that lurk in the edge of the forest give indication that there are more then enough 'less than visible' guardians to ensure the Matron is not distrubed. The path that leads to the Compound is one of large platters of smooth stone placed in succession, each stone a different type from different worlds, some from another Galaxy. Upon entering the forest any and all access to the Force fades as the Yaslimari (Not sure of the spelling) push it away. Lirreka stands on the large patio that abuts the open entrance of the Compound itself, the sound of wind chimes can be heard all around and dream catchers of elaborate design hang from the limbs of the trees. She looks upon the visitor with an inscrutible expression waiting for him to make the first 'move' as it were.*

[Johan]

* Suprise was evident as Johan's facial features contort visibly for a moment. Johan made no movements for his weapons as he kept his range from the obviously dangerous Danthiri woman. He gave a sly-smile as he closed his eyes, leaning against the closest tree.* "Oh, are you here to finish the job? I'm Johan and I'm not here for a fight, I would like to see the.....matron, I believe she is called. I hear of her often, even unintentionally, the one everyone names-by......Lirreka." * He sighed, the scene beautifully serene, despite the prescence of the woman. He tried not to look too closely into his surroundings and took no assumptions as he patiently awaited the woman's response.*

[Triune]

"I am she, what do you need to see me about?"

*Lirreka remained where she was, and in fact was a bit brusk with him. She did not show signs of inviting him in either.*

[Johan]

* Although his face didn't reveal the slightest bit of tension, he touched his shoulder, a tinge of ache a harsh reminder of their last encounter.* " Then.....maybe I already know that which I seek. I can see why the Danthiri are hated. So......this is your utopia? It's fairly decent." * He smiled standing straight and walked behind a tree. Several of him, illusions apparently, stalked from behind some trees further away. He had apparently mastered an advanced sliding technique. Each replica had a different emotion sewn onto it's face, some of their bodily movements unsettling.* " You know, I came to speak with the Matron of the Danthiri, thinking maybe I just chanced upon a sour encounter."* With the last words, Johan......ALL of him, focused their eyes to one point and moved together, meshing to become what was the original Johan. Shaking his head, he closed his glistening lavender eyes, mythril tresses of pressed silken hair rising about his facade. he kept his face from view, his unusually-long hair cloaking his expression.*" Now that I've come.....I may already know that which I seek." * He began walking fowards, his pace at a stalk, his deep-gaze focused upon her, no burn, only what what appeared to be a well-spring of knowledge......his weary windows glazed over deeper than the darkest abyss.*" So....if I could learn my origins, maybe someone here knew me before three years ago, eh?"

[Triune]

*She seems unmoved by his parlor tricks, her arms remain crossed and her demeanor remains cold*

"I do not think so, my people have only been here for less then a year. You are no doubt from another house."

[Johan]

* He shakes his head as he runs a hand through his hair.*" Exactly why is it that you're so cold to me? Is it anything in particular?" * He frowns a bit for the first time, walking up to the patio as he cocked his head coyly*".......What is it that ticks you so much?" * Johan hadn't been rude at all, only inquisitive in nature and he wondered what disgusted her so much about him, she couldn't possibly be this way to everyone...........could she?*

[Triune]

"The Galaxy is at war and you're concerned about my attitude towards you? You are an unknown individual that may or may not be a memeber of my race. You have a number of war ships in orbit around my planet. You could be anything from a spy to an assassin from another House, the Sith, The Jedi or another faction that has a yen to see me dead for one reason or another. Even if you're not here to see me harmed you are still an unknown individual, my people as I said have not been her a year so it is likely you are from one of the Rim Houses if from my species at all."

[Johan]

" I could act pissed off, but in all honestly, I can't find a reason to be anymore. I don't really have any reason to see you dead, my trip to this planet was spontaneous and done while on a mission, without the consent of my superiors, and my men would not have let me come alone if I wanted. Your point is well-taken however, but unfortunately, I have neither the coordinates nor the patience to search. My time seems to always be running short, mental cuts and bruises plaguing my existence, one by one, eliminating my reasons to go on. You misunderstand, I'm simply looking for a reason to continue and seeing as how you took that 'reason' in the first place........" * He chuckles, curious to see where this conversation would lead him......more than likely to torture or death if her reputation proceeded Lirreka.*" .........well, anyways, let's just say that things have become significantly harder for me. Even during this war, I don't want to make this MY life and pretend as if it's my battle, because I know better, Lirreka." * He looked away, not really knowing why her name sounded so funny from his mouth. She treated him as an outcast and having been around the galaxy, he really couldn't object, but she was so.........coy.*

[Triune]

*She snorts, almost laughing at his words. The click of her heels echo as she walks across the patio towards him*

"Reason to continue? Now I know you aren't Danthiri. In the face of all adversity we strive, since before we reached into the stars, during the times of the Betrayers we stood and faced the bleakest odds ever measured by mortal men and we survived. Forced into caves so dark no light could be imagined, we survived, Tossed into that world of darkness with monsters and beasts so terrifying that even now the screams of their victims still moan from the empty places of the world, we survived! There is nothing burned into the backbone of a Danthiri more then the drive to survive. You need a reason to continue? There is your reason, To Survive. From the Gates of Death we spit at our enemy, we claw at his feet even has he drives the last spear into our carcass, from nameless shallow graves where we are left to serve as bait for the gallows-hawks we rail against death itself to torment the minds of our foe till in insanity he comes to death and where we wait for him to cross. Danthiri have no word for 'surrender' it is alien to us and you would ask for a reason to continue? Be glad I am in an understanding mood or I would be using your spine as a windchime even now! You foolish Man!" Yes he's seemed to angered her with his words.

[Johan]

*His face contorts once more as she starts towards him and he unintentionally snarls, his eyes glassy, fires raging unstably in his deep-lavender eyes.*

" That's bable and you know it! I don't give a damn about any of them, the same way you didn't give a damn about me when you took away my life! How dare you make a comparison of Danthiri and I?!! How could you possibly try and belittle me with a foolish past while I live in the present?!! You can't look down your nose at me, hell as far as you know the Danthiri before us could have deserved to been pushed into these dark caverns you speak of so eagerly, especially if they had the same foul mannerisms as you have so joyously assimilated. You look more than foolish and your empty threats don't trouble me at all, Lirreka. If you want my backbone........"

*Johan's unsettling lavender eyes boiled a pulasating magenta as he turned swiftly, his back to the woman. A few locks of silver hair fell out of place brushing his obsidian cheek as he grabbed either side of his collar with both hands.*

" If you want my back bone Lirreka, if you're not too much of a coward to come for it......."

*Closing his eyes, Johan lowered his head, pulling downwards and tresses of mythril rose around him as his shirt tore down around his waist. A view of the abyssmaly dark spider tattoo etched along his upper-back could be seen clearly as he chuckled lightly, perspiration alreading making it's ascention from his pores. Johan took a thick black-ribbon from his hair, strands falling about his waist, and neatly placed the band around his eyes, heightening his senses to movements as well as force-related activity.*

"..........do your worst."

*If she wanted Johandead badly enough, as he felt she had......then he would allow her the opportune chance to meet him. *

[Triune]

"I would take your backbone but you seem to lack one. All you are is a painted human, not even worth feeding to my Vornskr. I have wasted all the time I plan to on you. Your blood is so thin that there is nothing of the Danthiri left in you. Mores the pity is that you will take that as a compliment. Crawl back to your ship painted human, leave my system. I give you.... One hour. If you are still here after that, well... You will no longer have to worry about needing a reason to continue."

*She turns and walks back into the Compound itself.*

[Johan]

*Johan was throughly satisfied at her response. She had been even more of a coward than he had previously thought her to be. It had been she, who had picked the fight and made the fruitless threat in the first place. Johan never even worried to turn and check for a foe. He shook his head as he began walking away.*

"No, I pursue knowledge and have learned much this day Lirreka. You're right, I must be painted. You're all cowards, nothing like me and by that i mean the whole of the Danthiri race."

*Johan stopped in place, his gaze veering off to the side as he frowned.*

" The only invertebrate I see here are the occupants of this planet, making threats, yet no deliveries. Yes, you're a coward Lirreka and not worth the time of anyone, wanting to seem so hard on your exterior. I bet you cry at night while you lie in bed. You can lie to me woman, but you can't lie to yourself."

*With his last words, he made his way back to his ship, rising from the platform and boarding his flag-ship from there. He hadn't wasted his time completely, but instead found the Matron vunerable and weak. Did she find it more appealing to attack him when he was a boy? If the leaders of the Ebonclaw were weak, then the lower positions were destined to follow in their footsteps.......no matter how measly. Hoisting from the atomsphere in The Renegade, Johan plunged into hyper-space, his fleet in pursuit.*