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  1. Quiet Time

    Holle could tell he was in a bad mood, that much was obvious. Her late reports were likely the case, as they reported little to no success regarding her recent assignments. Under the circumstances she felt fairly justified in her nervousness, but did not hang her head when she offered her master the knee. The Zeltron waited for a moment, before rising, "My Lord, there is talk among the Overseers that some of the recruits from the current batch are performing adequately or ahead of schedule. With all things hearsay should be taken with a grain of salt, but I myself have witnesses several of the students and have found their dedication wanting. It would be remiss of me to lie to you and say the Overseers are correct in their assessment, but they are being quite generous with at least half of the students, and the other half seems to be getting by on bare minimum. Whether or not this is the fault of the students or the Overseers is unknown at this time, but I suspect it to be a combination of both issues compounding into a greater one that we cannot allow to blossom." She said, her voice more concerned than it normally would have been. The students were in some way her responsibility if only because her master was the head of th Academy, but she was not responsible for the behavior of the Overseers. "Should you wish it, I will investigate the matter more thoroughly and find the source of the problem. I have my suspicions that there is someone or a group of someones that are not entirely on board with the new agendas and are trying to undermine it. There is an uneasiness in the Force, in the halls, and I know that I cannot be the only one to have noticed it. Something is wrong, something feels wrong and I cannot put my finger on it." Holle continued, offering her opinion on the matter. It was not asked for, but it seldom was in the span of her apprenticeship. She simply offered it, as if it was some great gift to be granted to someone with whom she discussed matters. There was no mirth in her voice, just a subtle unsettled feeling that surfaced only briefly. She was worried though, that much was obvious in her uneasy body language. It was as if the air in the acadmey had been stifled, and the walls had been adjusted ever so slightly that the building felt just that little bit smaller.
  2. Quiet Time

    Since the beginning of her apprenticeship, Holle had done her level best to survive and perform her duties to the best of her abilities. That had not been the case on Dathomir. She had been given responsiblities, work that her master needed done that she promised to succeed in, only to in turn find a way to snatch failure from the jaws of success. Something had taken root on this planet, something had foiled her at every turn and she could not figure out just what it had been. Had she lost favor in the Force? Had she just gotten too lax and forgotten the struggle that it took to even begin to walk again? Whatever it was that had seen to her endeavors ending in misery it was driving her to the brink of madness. Her recent trips through the Academy were often filled with public chastisement of other acolytes, and for reasons only known to her. They could simply have worn the wrong color, or they could looked at her the wrong way, but her open hostility was a definitive change that likely had not gone unnoticed in her master's neverending watch over the Academy. She feared him, though. Holle feared Darth Verrin's power and her own failures were haunting her no matter what she attempted to do. Things began to compound on one another, and slowly her performance in things she used to be the most competent at began to slip. It was self-doubt creeping in where confidence had once been. She had been given challenges on Dromund Kaas and succeeded in them, though with the proper stimuli. Here on Dathomir she felt as if she was still the student and knew it, but had lost some of her edge given the long recovery time it took for her to literally get back on her feet. While she had certainly focused on her abilities in the Force, she was given to second-thought which often saw her efforts to push the boundary further falter. It was much like the stone slab and her attempts at learning more advanced telekinetic power; the challenges kept mounting and her weakness kept haunting her like a curse. Holle knew she should have spoken with her master sooner, but there were certain things her pride held her back on. There was no room to show weakness among peers, but that spread to showing any weakness at all. Her hindsight was the only thing that granted her the clarity to see that her failures were only making her look worse, and by extension her master. If she was to receive forgiveness, if that was possible at this point, she had to prostrate herself and beg for his mercy. While she knew he was by no means as harsh or brutal as other Sith, he was still Sith and still prone to the same things other Sith felt or wanted. He wanted power just as much as any other among the Academy's halls, for her to fail him so much of late had to have made him look terrible. That did not mean it would be easy for her, nor did it mean that even now before his office door that she had the courage to admit her defeats. Even with all the reluctance and fear, she wordlessly requested entry rather than barging in as she was prone to doing. She wanted to prolong her life as long as she could if today's unscheduled meeting meant she was to lose it.
  3. There's Nothing You Can Do

    Holle had been watching and waiting the whole time, kept invisible by the Force. The young man before her had a poor understanding of the way the Academy worked if he felt he could debate his own terms of punishment for failure with Darth Verrin. It was the purest form of disrespect for her master's authority. Her frustrations were only further compounded by the showing of her master's temper turning into what she felt was going to do nothing to see to it that he learned his place. While he had blown up over the misplacement of a droid, he had opted for something that, to her, seemed like a punishment out of place in the Academy. Perhaps she had missed some kind of contextual threat that such work could level on him, but she had ideas of what he deserved for his clear disregard for the hiearchy that kept things operating smoothly around here. Her anger and irritation had compounded for multiple reasons by this point. That the boy continued debating his usefulness meant he was completely unaware of what the situation meant to him. Darth Verrin had instructed him to do something, and he refused it. It was simple as that, so when she was unleashed to see to it that his punishment was carried out she delighted in dropping her invisibility, "Do not presume to tell the master of this academy your place." she spat with a familiar vitriol. Holle followed up on this immediately by throwing a sharp right elbow toward the back of his head. The Zeltron imagined she would have an easier time punishing the boy for his transgressions if she were to daze him before going to work teaching the hard lesson she had just been instructed to deliver.
  4. The Folly of Idolatry

    Sutem, it appeared, had some sort of self-destructive desire with the tone in which she spoke. Holle would have to note that in her report to her master. Impudent behavior like this had no place in the hierarchy, and had to be taught against. When teaching failed, it had to be broken out of them. It was not as expedient as those who understood respectful behavior from the beginning, but ultimately a necessity lest the student find a less charitable Sith than Darth Verrin. There were few things that really seemed to bother him unfortunately, so whether or not Sutem could get away with being that kind of person for long was up to how long Verrin could tolerate them being so disrespectful. If she had her way, and she would relish the opportunity, she would love to break the Clawdite down until they were prepared to learn without their blatant disregard for authority. That ultimately came down to whether or not her master would allow her such a delight, but at the moment she was not holding her breath. Holle, rather than lash out, replied with a very short and very terse message, "Focus, acolyte. There is no time for your attitude. Keep your eyes open for snare traps or pitfalls." which she delivered before continuing on herself. She may have been a student herself, but she was definitively the one in command of the assignment. Only time would tell if Sutem would adjust to authority. Still, that there was not a mass of angry tribal villagers descending on the immediate area was a good sign that they had not been detected. Ideally it would remain that way, which was why Holle had no designs on going into the village herself until she absolutely had to. Her only concern was observation of the infiltration, and if the student had the capacity to adapt or learn under duress.
  5. The Folly of Idolatry

    "There is no freedom in death." Holle said in an instructive tone. Someone who had that kind of reckless attitude about living would not do well among the Sith. While it was true that much of Sith thought and philosophy was entirley self-interested, it was simply not feasible for the Sith Remnant to grow out of the ashes of war if all those who sought understanding of the Dark Side were so uncaring about their demise. It was an alien thought process to her, and one that she found positively abhorrent when she considered it even a moment further. She had been a slave, and instead of falling limp as the implication was from Sutem, she killed for her freedom. They were the first murders she had ever claimed, and she would never forget their fear when she sank the knife into their flesh. There were times when she recalled that moment, where the vivid memories made it feel as if the warm blood was still on her hands. It was that rush of power, just the one time, that saw her dropped on Korriban and again picked up as an apprentice to Darth Verrin. Her drive to ensure that she not only obtained power, but secured that power at any cost, was at least valuable to someone other than herself. The Zeltron could not help but be irritated by the woman's almost lackadaisical approach to training among the Sith though. While she considered the gift of power in the Dark Side akin to receiving a spark of divinity, this one seemed to treat it like some kind of weekend holiday. Holle could not abide by that, "Your reasoning to be among the Sith is as insulting as your outlook on life. Only the Dark Side can break the chain that binds you to your fears and doubts. Slavery is by no means worse than death, nor should death ever be considered the easy escape. If you fail me, or you fail my master, we could most certainly ensure that you find no rest among the dead. This is a life of dedication, one that you do not yet possess the attitude for it seems. You tread on dangerous grounds in the Sith Academy if you do not commit your full life to your training and understanding of the Dark Side." There were times when Holle could say she was angry, but nothing made her quite so angry as this. She had struggled for everything she achieved, survived a selection process to even be chosen as an apprentice, and now the student she was guiding only came because they were curious? In her eyes there was no escuse to half-commit to something simply because one had doubts about the Republic or the Jedi. There was but one simple universal truth, and that was power. Everything else was ancillary. Power was what motivated the Sith to achieve. Power was what kept the Sith Order in constant flux, allowing it to avoid the same type of stagnation that made the Jedi truly complacent. It was power that freed her from the fear of enslavement. Holle had dedicated her time, effort, and even her body in the loss of her legs below the knees to the Sith Order. "My master was kind to you to allow you this opportunity, but my kindness ceases when you insult the Sith by treating the Order like a sideshow that you can peruse at your leisure. I will render one warning to you. Dedicate yourself fully to the Sith Order, or you will find a slave's collar around your neck as soon as I drag your carcass back to the Academy. Am I understood acolyte?"
  6. There's Nothing You Can Do

    Holle had developed the habit of follwing her master about the academy throughout at least a short part of the day. It was not so much to be at his beck and call whenever he could need her, but to watch over him in the event that some ambitious knife in the dark had the audacity to try and unseat him. His power was her power, at least partially, and as his apprentice it was her dedication to her service to him that continued to ensure that she was trained to the best of his ability. She had to appreciate the respect he commanded from the students, but whether or not it was out of fear that he would strike them down or just deference to the title he possessed was a question she preferred left unanswered. Under the circumstances though, uncertainty that the new students would adhere to the rules as they should was still enough to draw her paranoia out and give her a reason to shadow her master on his walks thorugh the halls. It was these walks that had afforded her the time to shore up her ability to conceal herself in the Force. Stealth and guile were certainly the things she needed to rely on in the aftermath of the Empire being crushed by the Republic. The loss of her legs certainly put things in perspective for her, as well as forced a change in her training away from a more overt and physical nature. Her failure on Dromund Kaas was just the beginning though, and that she remained alive meant that the Dark Side had purpose for her that had not been fulfilled yet. She had learned on Dromund Kaas that to conceal herself in the Force it was to manipulate the natural world, to bend the light around her that she might be unseen by casual observers. If she was visible, then her master had not yet told her, nor did the students of the academy address her. The thought that she was just creeping through the halls following Darth Verrin around had occurred to her, but there was no evidence to support that she had failed to remain hidden yet. Of course it had also crossed her mind that her master absolutely knew she was there, but did not breach the subject in their intellectual discussions. Either way, Holle certainly felt pleased with herself. That self-indulgent enjoyment of perceived success also grew while witnessing her master truly lose his temper and admonish a student. She had not been a perfect apprentice, by any means, but the one thing that she understood to enrage the Zabrak was the disrepect of property that belonged to the academy or the library. It was sinful to be enjoying a day as much as she was right now, but there it was before her. An uppity rich child speaking to her master as if he was beyond reproach. These were the kinds of people she delighted in deconstructing. Holle did not wait for the call or opportunity, but rather contacted her master telepathically the moment he offered some kind of punishment, light as it was, "My Lord, if I may interject with the student?" and rendred her sadism available for use in the education of this young man. If she had her way, the work as a towel boy would be secondary to the legendary suffering she could force him to endure. Holle made certain that she remained invisible, if only because of the prospect of sudden fear and anguish of her potential victim.
  7. The Folly of Idolatry

    Holle did not stay around for questions and answers. She had related to the student what the assignment was and that was enough. The Sith Academy followed a relatively stringent sink or swim policy, and those who were incapable of adapting and reacting properly to external stimuli were likely to fail at any level among the Remnant. Still, she went ahead not to take out any of the potential opposition, but to scout the region herself. Her time learning with her master Darth Verrin had at least afforded her a better grasp of how to remain unseen and unheard, which suited her just fine in the hostile jungles of Dathomir. The more she could avoid unnecessary contact with the tribal groups that called the planet their native ground, the better. The Zeltron was quick on her feet, which was no mean feat considering the massive adjustment required to get used to her prosthetics. It felt good to finally be back on balance, and able to move like she had before. Holle preferred to feel as if she was still whole, even though she knew that was not the case anymore. The Jedi had taken that from her on Dromund Kaas and left her there to wallow in her defeat. It planted a seed of hatred that had only grown over time. She did not know what she could do to the Jedi, but what she did know is that they deserved whatever misfortune could fall upon them. This hard planet only worked to make her just as hard, and in such dire times only hard Sith would survive. Under the circumstances the most important trick was not to blend light with the Force to render herself invisible, but to silence her footfalls. There was no use in being unseen if she could still be heard, so her progress through the jungle was measured rather than rapid. Her focus was entirerly on maintaining her ability to remain hidden though, and not on tracking down the village. Getting lost was not what she was worried about, so much as she was worried that someone would hear her approaching rather than see her. The student would have to worry about the very same things, but without the ability to visually conceal herself. It was a test of how well she could infiltrate using her natural talents though, and to appraise just how useful they would be to the Remnant when more serious missions came along. Heat certainly was the only thing on this planet that Holle hated more than the natives she had thus far encountered. It was humid, miserable, and it always ruined her hair. Her vanity had not been quelled by the loss of her legs, and even now she knew what she wore was not flattering in the slightest. It was a thought for later, and so she pushed it aside and paused at the base of a large tree to open the communication channel between herself and the prospect, "The natives on this planet, at least the ones in my experience, do not take well to strangers entering their territories uninvited. Were this another time many years ago that would be understandable, but it seems they do not know when they are overmatched. Technologically speaking they are so far behind what we are capable of that to bring it all to bear against them would surely grant the Remnant total control of this planet. Unfortunately, we cannot afford to draw that kind of attention to ourselves. While the Jedi and the Republic are not actively searching for us anymore, at least as far as I can tell, something of that scale would certainly draw out unwarranted inspection." She said, quietly, apprising the student of the situation. Holle knew all too well that the weapons were primitive, but they should never be underestimated. An arrow made of stone and wood could just as easily kill as a lightsaber, and hurt just as much. It was something with which she was intimately acquainted, which she did not want to repeat. "Though, I imagine since you have joined us you have been made aware of the circumstances we Sith now find ourselves in. But that raises a question to me, and one that I expect an honest answer to. Why did you come to the Sith, what is it that made you choose to put yourself in this position knowing that failure means enslavement or death?" She asked, getting to the heart of her discomforts. It was not often that someone chose to come to the Sith under the circumstances as they had been related to her. Her master had told her just enough about Sutem that she could guide her on an assignment, but that did not mean that she took what was relayed to her at face value. If her experiences among the Sith had taught her one thing, it was that she could trust very few people to be forthright with their intentions. Even she veiled her intent when she was among her peers, and it had previously been one of the most infrequent things for her to do.
  8. The Folly of Idolatry

    Holle looked down on the student who had approached. She was a woman of few words it seemed, which would suit her just fine on an assignment in which they should remain unseen. She felt the Force in her, which was good enough for her as well. It meant that she had more potential than some of their Academy entrants. With how far the Sith were backed into a corner any warm body would do now. The Zeltron pursed her lips, then answered the implied question, "You should make sure you have everything you will need before we leave, because once we go out that door and into the jungle there is no going back to retrieve anything you may have left behind. We are on a time table, and the more time wasted not pursuing the objective I have planned for you increases your odds of failure." She said, her voice more tight and crisp. It was not a social call and it showed with how short she was with the new recruit. "If you are unfamiliar with tribal societies, we will be intervening in a conflict between two of the local groups native to Dathomir. They have entered into an open war with one another, and that is the perfect opportunity to bring them to heel and align them with the needs of the Sith'ari and the Remnant. Take this..." Holle said, handing the student a small communicator that would keep them in contact, "Your task, is to inflitrate the Searing Winds tribe in quadrant B-12 to the North of the Academy. There should be a central hut or meeting place, and it should be obvious. The scouts inform me that there is a sacred totem within, and you are to steal it without being seen and return it to the Sith Academy." The Zeltron finished, putting her communicator in her own ear. A few final checks of her own gear, and Holle put the mask over her face. She turned to Sutem and smiled beneath, "The Searing Winds tribe is aggressive, but with your particular skills you should be able to manage. Remember, there is no shame in running if you are compromised. You are useful alive, not dead. If it seems that you are going to lose cover then leave and try another approach. I will be heading East of your location to pursue my own goal. Keep the communicator on the ninth channel and only contact me if you are in serious distress, or if you have trouble finding the village." Holle spoke like she was going to leave the Acolyte hanging, but she was just going to observe from a distance and intervene if she was absolutely required. She reached into her small satchel and handed the Clawdite a datapad, "This is an overhead map of the jungle near the Academy. B-12 is highlighted, and within that will be the village. Remember, trust your judgment, and always deliberate before acting. The Force and the Dark Side will guide you." Holle finished, before focusing the Force around her and manipulating the power to shield herself from the Clawdite visually. A moment later and she was off into the jungle toward the target herself.
  9. Melona 29, 3630 BBY The Dathomiri Academy Holle, in her time on Dathomir, had gotten quite used to the more active role in educating newly intiated students in the ways of the Sith Remnant. While she herself was not as powerful as she could be, her position as the personal apprentice of the head of said learning facility put her in a unique position to at least attempt to guide the Sith. If she was to fail in the war, then she could more than make up for her past weaknesses by helping rebuild the future of the Remnant so that they may one day strike back at the Republic for the damage they caused the Order. To that end, she had taken on the responsibility of assigning certain students to certain tasks, and today's Acolyte was very unique to say the least. She had never heard of the Clawdite before, but according to her master they were a shapeshifting people, and that was certainly a skill that could be put to tremendous use among the Remnant. More so now than ever, considering the Academy had to deal with tribes on the nearby land fighting with one another and infrequently threatening the students. It was a situation that Holle felt was perfectly reasonable for someone with such a talent to resolve. The Zeltron stood near the entry of the Sith Academy, the large double doors providing a dimly lit backdrop to the otherwise pragmatically dressed woman. Her attired was one suited to a trek in the jungle, one that she could feasibly slither in the undergrowth with and remain hidden from eyesight. It was thick, and covered every inch of skin that it could cover in order to protect her from the sharp brambles and other unsightly hindrances an untamed forest possessed. On her belt was a mask, the same dark green color that matched the heavier robes and hood. No jungle was going to get the better of her, and the only way to truly make sure that was the case was to hide her bright pink flesh from the light of day. Holle checked over the datapad one more time, going over the coordinates and general understanding of the situation the scouts had relayed to her. Two tribes at war with one another over a sacred totem. Primitive, but all societies evolve over time. Regardless of their primitive nature, there was opportunity to be had. Now all that the Zeltron needed was for her student to show and the real fun could begin.
  10. The Subjugation of A-7

    Holle paused to consider the questions she had been asked. They were sound, certainly, and easy enough to answer. Though to assume that these primitives had any technology that should be truly feared was not as sound as the question itself. She looked at Setsuna, then Luna, and then between the two to answer without looking at them directly as it was useful information for both parties in question. "They are technologically primitive. I personally was hit by an arrow fired from an archaic bow, and while it was not lethal it was certainly an impact that would make you think twice about engaging a group of them. They were not overtly hostile to my presence but seemed agitated by something, though I am unsure of what. They did not speak, but opened fire on my group as we surveyed a nearby hill for potential use for agriculture. If I were to wager actual money on it, the hill has some kind of significance to them, but without knowing it for sure there is no real way to truly confirm if that was the impetus for their attack. If that hill has some sort of spiritual significance for them then I would recommend avoiding it. I can mark it on a map to prevent our stumbling through the jungle onto it again." She said, making sure to place no specific emphasis on anything. They were both Sith, though one was not an apprentice so the measure of their usefulness had yet to be determined. A warm body was a warm body though, and someone else being shot was better than being struck by another arrow. "If you want we can pull up a topographical map of the A-7 region in the Library and examine it more closely before heading out. The hill they seemed so adamant to defend was the tallest one. It may hold some spiritual significance, which comes to your question about their ideologies. I am uncertain." Holle quickly said paying closer attention to Setsuna. "If the hill has some kind of spiritual meaning to them there are too many possibilities to postulate as to the reasoning why. Unless we studied the tribes personally I doubt that what I gleaned could give us any sort of significant understanding of their ideals and moral values." She paused, giving consideration to the notion of opening a map. "Come to think of it, that map might be useful. If we cannot find out why they hold the hill in such esteem then we may be able to find the village. I killed one of the women among the small party of attackers that seemed to be the leader of their hunting party or whatever they were doing, so I doubt that seven was the full strength of the group. We may have to be more tactful with how we approach the village itself. I do not figure that they would be so welcoming considering they murdered two of our own scientists for simply climbing up a solitary hill. Assume they are dangerous, and armed with bows and arrows at least, and likely armed with swords or some kind of weapons themselves. It would be foolish of me or either of you to assume they do not have at least some basic knowledge of metalworking." The Zeltron seemed to have a habit of rambling and thinking aloud, which was a benefit to someone of a decidedly more academic desire such as she. The two she was with faded from her attention while she put her thoughts out in the open. Holle refocused on both of them, "Right, the three of us will open the map in the Library and come up with a plan of approach for the area. I will highlight the area we were in when we were ambushed and we can use that to extrapolate potential locations for the village. Hunting parties do not stray far from the home, so they are local to sector A-7. Any objections?"
  11. Hark, Who Goes There?

    Holle bristled with impatient energy as her master not only took what hte man said at face value, but reacted to it like it pleased him. Perhaps it was still her paranoia playing up after she had been betrayed by what she thought was an obedient and friendly slave, but thus far taking things at face value had proven to be more of a liability to her than it should have been. The man's hoarse voice and obsequious behavior rankled as well, but she had made that very well known already. Still, her displeasure did not stop her from practically preening at the praise she was given for how much she had grown as a Sith. It was a reminder that progress, while slow, was still progress. The enjoyment of her master's praise was cut short rather quickly though, when she was ordered to operate as a glorified babysitter for this man. Already she disliked him, and now had another reason to resent him simply for existing. The Zeltron bowed her head to the request though, "As you wish, my Lord. I will try my level best to ensure that this whelp does not die from his own weakness and stupidity." her voice carried with it a level of reverence that did not truly mask the disgust she felt for such a command. The Sith were meant to rise on strength, be it strength of body or spirit, and to ensure the survival of someone who had yet to prove they deserved to rise in some capacity left a sour taste in her mouth. Holle washed that down with another glass of water, but she could not get it out of her head that her training had taken at least a small diversion to watch over some pitiful groveling animal rather than someone that could actually hack it. She had lost both of her legs and yet she survived. Whether or not that skill or dumb luck she did not know, but she had seen some of the very worst the galaxy could offer and was still standing. She looked to the man that would be her charge and put ground rules in place, as she felt she at least had that right if she was going to have to shadow him. "You do not go into the jungle without my permission. If I find out you ran off to cavort with the natives I will castrate you and eliminate one of the motives you may have for attempting to fraternize. You will eat three square meals a day, mixed foods, to build up the feeble thing you call a body until you look like a real man. Someone of your stature should be fit for war, and right now you look like you are unfit to even carry luggage. You are to report to me anyone that makes an attempt on your life, that they might be disciplined for disobeying the rules of the Sith Academy. We are called the Remnant for a reason, and we cannot afford to cull that which does not deserve to be culled. On days that you are not working on improving your physical state, you are to read, heavily. You are to have a solid understanding of the history of the Sith Order, and I expect you to have the ability to answer any questions I may yet ask you regarding the topic." Her voice was commanding and she felt that her demands were entirely reasonable. She paused to drink more water, having expended quite a lot of energy in her trek through the jungles prior to meeting with her master. Holle pressed the issue though, "You are to remain focused on your studies and bettering yourself, lest you end up in the slave pits. If I have an assignment for you, you are to perform that duty to the best of your abilities. I do not expect perfection, I expect effort. Any hint of apathy in your studies will be seen as disrespect for this Academy and that for which it stands, and you should expect to be punished accordingly. Destruction of property is not tolerated in the Library; if the Guardians do not see you shuffle off of this mortal coil for such a thing then I personally will hunt you down and tear the lungs from your body with my own hands. While you operate in this facility you are under Darth Verrin's command, and as a result under my command as well. You will do as you are told, and you will learn. If you disobey your betters your time here will be interminably miserable. Do I make myself perfectly clear whelp?" She said, punctuating the whole tirade with such a hateful tone that it was absolutely transparent that the Zeltron did not like this man for coming and taking up time she could have used discussing the matter of sector A-7 for his own needs. Her work was more important, no matter what the man may well have thought, but her master took an interest in him and she could no more sway Darth Verrin's opinions of what was important than she could shift the flow of a mighty river. Holle would do as she was ordered by her Lord, but she would not make life easy for him.
  12. Hark, Who Goes There?

    Holle having found herself free of the foreign object that had troubled her moments ago, bowed her head in thanks that she had been given at least a bit of first aid. It still hurt, and hurt pretty badly considering the impact of an arrow was quite a lot greater than she really imagined it could be. That meant the string in the bow was tested for someone quite strong, another point of annoyance for her upcoming assignment to deal with the rest of sector A-7. These natives were proving to be far more irritating than she really figured, but she had only attempted to deal with one tribe of them as her master's representative and this group did not even attempt to allow negotiations. Their overzealous defensive nature might have suited them among their peers, but they were not dealing with tribals in the Sith, nor were they dealing with someone who had any intent to play fair when she sought them out again. Still, if it was possible go glean information from the dead as her master suggested in looking over the head, then another curiosity had been added to her list for future research. The Zeltron was about to offer her thanks when the back of her neck bristled with irritation. A voice, an unknown voice from behind her and it was pathetic. She turned to look at the guest only to see them not just bowing but on all fours as if he had dropped before a God. Holle was conflicted when she saw it too, knowing proper respect for her superiors was thus far highly mood dependant. What she saw though, was fear and weakness. These were things to be loathed, and loathe them she did. "This is pathetic. Look at him, my Lord." She spat out hatefully, accepting Maggie's offering of water with a polite nod, "This thing is not showing you respect, what I am seeing is an obsequious coward trying to play you. How do you know this servile attitude was not beaten into him in the slave pits and now he's trying to weasel his way out of his caste by trying to flatter you? You said it yourself, you have no idea who he is, but he knows you. Does that not strike you as suspicious considering the circumstances we as Sith have found ourselves in?" She asked, watching Maggie take the head away. In her mind this was healthy caution, to others it might have been borderline paranoia, but she had witnessed what happened to the Sith when they grew complacent. Holle held the glass of water in her right hand, and in her left hand she now held an activated lightsaber pointed down at the male, "You are a weak little man, stand up and get in your seat before I kill you for polluting this office with your presence." The Zeltron had become decidedly more harsh since the fall of Dromund Kaas, and was now hitting her stride in asserting herself over those beneath her. In placing himself prostrate on the floor and quivering with fear like this, he made himself look as pathetic as possible. Whether or not that was true was up for debate, which was another point of paranoid contention that she left on the shelf. Holle bristled with a seething hatred as she returned her weapon to her belt and took a seat in one of the armchairs opposite her master, "I will drag you to the cliffs and throw you over the edge myself should I find out that you are here with ulterior motives. The fall should give you just enough time to contemplate your great error in judgment before your brains are scattered on the rocks below. Am I understood?" She said, her voice decidedly painted by the Dark Side in which she reveled. Power felt good, power over another living thing felt even better. Combined with the apparent fear this man felt, it was too good to be true. This planet had proven to be both a cathartic boon to the Zeltron, who had found herself struggling in the comparatively oppulent urban environment of Dromund Kaas.
  13. The Subjugation of A-7

    Holle sneered at the man that left the medical area as he looked at the exposed cybernetic leg. The tear in her pants was the result of her escape from the previously failed negotiations with the natives, and as a result it meant that a secret she had not truly tried all that hard to conceal was exposed. The Zeltron's lost limbs were not the matter of discussion, but she would have been foolish to assume the human had not noticed the replacement as well. She debated internally on if she should discuss that obvious issue or not, but had that answered when a third person stood several feet away from her. Holle could feel the eyes on her and looked over her shoulder, "Is there something that I can help you with, or are you just looking for an excuse to stare at a beautiful woman? Since you're here you get to come with us into the jungle, how about that?" She said, asserting herself rather overtly since the woman that just approached had not said a word to them. If staring was rude, then this one could possibly have been worse than some of the patrons in the old Cantinas on Dromund Kaas. "To answer a question that both of you likely have, my legs are not going to be a concern. My adjustment to these replacement limbs has gone well in spite of minor setbacks. I survived my encounter with the tribe in sector A-7 before, and I have no reason to suspect that the second will be any different." She spat, practically irritated that her replaced legs had even been something to discuss. Cybernetics could be an easy hindrance though, and she knew that perfectly well. Her need to adapt to them was out of the need to preserve them against subjects that were physically stronger than she. If she allowed someone to batter her defenses they could easily be broken. Such was the nature of cybernetic augmentation and replacement though, and their concerns were not entirely unjustified. The Zeltron moved to change the subject, "My master has tasked me with subjugating the tribe in sector A-7. They killed the scientists that accompanied me, so it seems they have no interest in even discussing things with outsiders. Of course, the possibliity remains that they were overzealous in the defense of their homes, but should they attack us on sight then there is no other way to deal with them than destruction or domination. It would be easy to just kill them all, but I like to think they would be better suited to slavery or forced into training in the ways of the Sith. Since I am the one that encountered them before, now is the time to ask your questions about what to expect." Holle offered, now speaking to the two in the medical facility. With three Sith things would be much simpler than having just herself escorting scientists. It was clear that she was impatient and wanted to begin the completion of this assignment sooner rather than later considering her body language, but she did not want to just drag other Sith into the jungle without answering whatever concerns they may have had. They might have been inherently intended to rise above others and often at the expense of others, but any death now meant much more to the Sith Remnant than it did in the Empire.
  14. Helona 10th, 3630 The Dathomir Academy, Sector A-7 The soreness in Holle's shoulder still irritated her well after she had left her master's office. Her mission to offer trade to the natives in sector A-7 had gone poorly, costing the Sith Remnant two scientists and her the unnecessary grief of rectifying the situation on her own. She could at least appreciate that she was considered capable by her master, though her desire to trek the jungle with her new legs was still a prospect she did not enjoy. Compounding that issue was the order to have one @Setsuna Andal accompany her on this mission; a woman she had met prior and did not quite enjoy. Her loyalty to the Sith and her master was greater than any enmity the two may have shared with one another though, and so rather than venture back into sector A-7 with just herself and the support of several members of what remained of the military, she went to Medical just as she had been ordered. Her pace was slow and methodical, something that was a result of her still getting used to having cybernetics. Holle hated that they made her slower and weaker, but she had nobody to blame but herself for the loss of her legs. If she had been stronger, more competent, she would not have fallen in such a disgraceful way. To that end her training regimens had been both modified and adhered to more strictly. Power was the only thing she sought, and she had to be more proactive in seeking it in spite of her decidedly academic approach to the Sith philosophy. It was perhaps her academic lean toward things that put her down the path to learning Niman, though she doubted that her combat training would play much into subjugating a tribe of savages in the jungles of Dathomir. She was not underestimating them, since she had been wounded by them, but she also did not assume that they had some type of combat that was in any way influenced by the use of lightsabers. Her knowledge of swordplay, while shallow, would suit her better here. The medical facilities on Dathomir were, thus far, sparse. She had attended physical therapy regularly since her replacements and in the time she had done so the improvements were marginal. There were difficulties in getting the Academy up and running on such an openly hostile planet. It was as if it was alive and objected to their presence at times, and in other seemed to be openly welcoming of those that sought to connect with the Force. Holle had plenty of unanswered questions about Dathomir but none of them mattered until she was able to say she turned sector A-7 into Sith property. Either through diplomacy or dominance, the land would belong to the Academy. She did not see the woman for which she was searching upon entry to the medical facility. Holle's tattered look suggested she had been in the jungle prior, so it took no time at all for someone within the facility to try to attend to her. The Zeltron raised a hand and spoke gently, "My master Darth Verrin has requested that one Setsuna Andal accompany me on an assignment. Do you know if she is present here in medical or not? It is an urgent matter that must be addressed sooner rather than later so it is imperative that you find her and inform her of our esteemed leader in the Academy's request." The woman nodded her head and ran off, presumably to find the woman, if she was even where her master informed her she would be.
  15. Hark, Who Goes There?

    Holle had returned to active duty in service to her master shortly after she was cleared to walk again on her brand new cybernetics. Both legs below the knee had been lost to the Jedi in the evacuation of Dromund Kaas, and even with physical therapy and over a year's worth of recovery time she had still not quite adjusted to the feeling. She felt sluggish, as if she was walking in ankle deep water with them, which complicated things when it came to her combat training. Ever since then she had to shift her focus away from Form VII's more domineering and aggressive tactics to the fluid adaptability of Form VI, which was far more accommodating to her newfound status as an amputee. Niman was relaxed, and diverse, but it was by no means a form that would leave the user helpless as a result of its broad instructional strokes. It was a complete tonal shift, but necessary. Another tonal shift that came out of necessity was life on Dathomir. The tribes native to this planet had an altogether fascinating view of things regarding the Force; treating it more like a duality of gods that manifested in both the Light and the Dark. While those tribes that followed the Light were few and far between, they still existed and were antithetical to the teachings of the Sith Order. Today, Holle had been dispatched with the science officials by her master to discuss with one of the tribes that followed the Dark Side, the use of the land in order to farm coffee of all things. She did not question her master's motives, she knew of the drink cart's fame among the Sith and had enjoyed the caffienated offerings more often than not. It seemed though, that even after a year, things had not been fully established between the Sith and the natives. Holle returned to the Sith Academy looking worse for wear. The negotiations had gone sour and she had come back minus two science officers. Perhaps the easiest way for anyone to notice that her encounter with the tribe was less than pleasant, was to look at the arrow embedded in her left shoulder. The pain was quite intense, but after the loss of two limbs it was as much an insect's sting by comparison. A more slow and methodical walk than she had before, she entered her master's office bristling with an anger that seethed ever since she took the arrow. Holle threw a satchel onto her master's desk, which rolled open slightly to reveal a severed head. Hole took to a knee with a grimmace and spoke, "The scientists are dead. My Lord it would seem the natives in terriroty A-7 have little interest in sharing their ancestral lands with us. They rebuffed your offer of equivalent exchange with a hail of arrows, so I took their leader's head as a punishment for their impudence. They live, but once I killed their chieftain they scattered back into the trees, presumably to lick their wounds. It is my opinion that the natives of A-7 should be brought to heel by true power before they grow more bold and attack the Acolytes training in outdoors." her voice, far less kind and her speech more directed and with purpose than before. Perhaps the loss of her legs was the thing she needed to ground her more in the reality that she was Sith and power came only when she sought it. Still, the arrow in her shoulder reminded her that though she had some modest ability, even a primitive weapon could kill her if it had hit her properly.
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