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Star Wars--So[m]ething Something Evil Rises (Jabba x Firesblood)

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"Home, family..." Reynik shook his head, giving half a faint, bitter smile. "Not really things that I understand all that well."

In truth, Reynik could not even remember what his parents had looked like. He had vague memories of someone, possibly his father, being killed when they were captured on his home world, but other than that, nothing. He could not even remember the name of the planet that they had been snatched from.

He could not hide the surprise in his expression from the revelation that Cygius was her father. Inwardly, Reynik found himself going over the conversations that he had had, analysing every mention of Marigon that he had uttered. He had not ordered him directly to find her, she was seen as an after thought almost. Tying up loose ends.

"And he knows this?" Yet he was already suspecting the answer to that question. Cygius prided himself on his knowledge and for something as personal as this to go unnoticed was unthinkable.

"Have you always known?"

It was Reynik's turn to sigh, frowning as he thought through the turbulent situation that he found himself in the middle of.
"So, tell me your plan. How do you expect to bring down such powerful organisations?"


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Marigon clutched her cup of tea a bit tighter between her palms, the tension in her shoulders betraying a subtle, unseen weight.  "I do not know if Cygius is aware.  I believe he may suspect who I am to him, but that is only because I find it doubtful that a man so keen upon gathering intelligence could be oblivious to a personal weakness beneath his very nose. He knows he has a daughter somewhere in the galaxy; my mother took me and left him shortly after I was born.  If he does know, he has never brought it up.  As for me...no, I have not always known.  It was one of many revelations upon my return to Savat," she sighed, setting her cup down and resting her hands on her knees. 

A subtle twitch at the corner of her lips was her initial response to his following question, her head canting slightly to the left.  "My plan...You assume far too much of my involvement in all of this.  I am merely a piece in the grander puzzle.  I can tell you that while the Exiled is a newly formed rebellion, the Savati have been at work for centuries.  My people have infiltrated every level of the three factions by whatever means they deemed necessary, and I am the result of just one of these means," she said, sightless eyes drifting to fix on his face. "We are on every world in this galaxy, hidden within every command, council, and exclusive sub-faction inside the greater whole.  For every one of us you find, there exists tens more, hundreds more.  Within the Empire alone, we have married or seduced our way into the oldest, purest Sith families, and we sit within the highest echelons of the Imperial military.  This goes far deeper than you can comprehend.  I've been here for months and I am still..."

Marigon shook her head wearily. "It has been a...daunting experience.  I came here with every intention of carrying out Cygius' orders.  Even now my feelings on these matters are complex.  I was raised Sith.  I survived Korriban and my apprenticeship, and though a part of me always felt out of place there, it is still a difficult thing to turn one's back on the only life one has ever known.  It...still bothers me to know the extent of Savati reach, how futile my previous goals really were.  They have already begun the subtle systematic weakening of the internal structures of the Republic, Empire, and Cartel--inciting wars both within and without.  Everything from petty infighting to simple corruption, manipulation, and political power plays, whatever and wherever they can sow discord, they do and will.  Beating them is highly improbable.  If you cannot beat them, join them."     


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"I had come to the same conclusion myself." Reynik grimaced; he had the feeling that he was only seeing the tip of the iceberg when it came to just how convuluted this entire situation was.

"Presumably, he must know that the woman he was with was Savati? That you also share that blood. I would imagine it would be safer to assume that he does know than the opposite."

From the way she spoke, it sounded like an intricate web of progeny throughout the Republic, the Empire and the Cartel. Sleeping as if they were waiting to be activated.

Reynik shook his head.
"Wait. You're telling me that, regardless of how you were raised, you're still following a set of orders that you were... born to receive? Activated when you arrived here? How is that even possible?"


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Marigon shook her head promptly.  "No.  Believe it or not the Savati--despite their quiet spread through the galaxy--have managed to remain entirely anonymous.  We are human-passing, though there are subtle physiological differences that set us apart.  None of those differences are obvious unless you know what you are looking for.  Cygius had no idea who or what my mother really was.  As I am sure you are aware, Reynik, it is far from difficult to obtain counterfeit credentials, and all Savati who abide offworld are assigned such in order to facilitate easier movement."

She quieted, carefully refilling her cup with more tea, though not without accidentally splashing a few still-hot drops onto the hand around her cup.  She didn't attempt to refill his cup, though she did set the pot a bit closer to him as an open offering.  The invisible weight on her shoulders seemed to grow just a bit heavier when Reynik shook his head and posed more questions.  "It is...a bit more complicated than that, and even more difficult to believe.  Several millennia ago, there was a group of Pureblood Sith who deviated from the whole after discovering how much more powerful following a path of balance made them.  Just as Revan walked the middle between light and dark, this group of Sith found that utilizing both light and dark opened up new levels of force ability that neither light nor dark on their own could tap.  It led them to this moon, where it was discovered that the moon itself was alive and capable of its own will and desires.  After settling Savat, even more possibilities opened to them when they formed a symbiotic connection to the lifeforce of the moon, and their power grew exponentially--enough that the Empire grew fearful and sought to either forcefully re-assimilate the Savati, or destroy them outright.  They were heretics, after all, but potentially useful ones," she murmured, sipping her tea again.  "The Savati refused.  They had thrived here, had built an unshakeable bond with the very soul of Savat and a civilization to be proud of, and they decided that they would rather die than submit their ways and their home to the oppressive yoke of the Empire."

Marigon set her cup aside again and folded her hands within the sleeves of her robe. "This is where it gets even more impossible; The Empire surrounded Savat in force, but the people refused to back down.  The most powerful Savati joined together in a ritual beseeching the moon to offer assistance against their foe.  The Savati made an offer; if the moon could somehow save and preserve the lives of their people, protect them from their enemies, they swore that so long as a single one of them still drew breath, Savat would live on within them and be avenged.  Savat accepted.  At this point in our histories, it is said that great caverns opened within all of the mountains, beneath all of the cities, which led deep within the moon and safely away from the worst of the cataclysm.  The Empire unleashed hell upon the surface, decimating all life above.  The weapons they used caused an unexpected phenomenon to take place within the atmosphere; unending lightning storms which made it impossible to scan for life, impossible to fly without being destroyed.  As Savat was dying, it used the remainder of its power to further protect the people by physically altering them so that they could adapt to the new and hostile conditions, and then forced the vestiges of its soul into all who were left, effectively imprinting itself and their oath right into the bloodlines.  Until the oath of vengeance is fulfilled, every last Savati serves the will of the dead entity which protected them from the onslaught of their enemies, and we are bound irrevocably by it.  The blood oath and the pieces of Savat's soul are passed on from generation to generation.  No one with Savati blood is immune, though some of us remain unaware until it is triggered.  Coming to this moon is not even necessary for that trigger to take place; it is the pieces of the soul that are responsible for such a thing, Savat's will to collect on a promise made by people desperate to survive."

Marigon shook her head ruefully.  "No brainwashing, no conditioning.  It does not matter how you are raised, to whom you are loyal, or how satisfied you are by the life you have built; all Savati serve the blood oath.  And the pieces of Savat's soul have grown bitter.  It does not recognize the difference between Empire, Republic, or Cartel.  All three factions are simple facets of the same monster, all three rotten at the core, all three capable of the very destruction which sealed the fate of Savat and my people.  In order for new, better ways to take root, all of the old rot must be cut away and burned."



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Reynik frowned, considering what she had told him; this entire situation was far more complex than he had been led to believe. He leaned forwards, keeping his movements slow and measured as he lifted the offered teapot and refilled his cup before setting it back down.

"Thank you." He murmured softly. "Thank you for taking the time to explain this to me, especially when you had grounds to have both of us killed the moment we set foot here."

He was in a difficult position; he knew he could not fulfil his mission as Cygius had ordered. It was his duty to report back on at least some of what he had found out, but he knew he would have to watch his words when it came to Marigon's involvement in the plot. He had given his word to Esbern to try and keep her safe, although he was loathe to admit as much to her directly.

"I hope our presence here hasn't caused too much trouble for you."

If they were caught, it might not look well on the person who allowed them in with a mind probe.

Reynik drained his cup and set it down beside the teapot before he stood.
"I will consider what you have told me."