(I OWN NOTHING! In regards to Star Wars and Skyrim. XD Contains OCs and might not follow the game 100%.)

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Coruscant

Recently appointed Jedi Knights Ailyn Marr and Taer Garn stood outside the customs office of one of the many nameless spaceports, waiting for their former Master to arrive. This would be their first mission since achieving their Knighthood, and they were anxious to get underway. Though the details were left for their former Master to explain, pair knew this mission would be important.

Ailyn began to pace, causing Taer to chuckle.

"What's so funny?" she asked the hulking, dark skinned Jedi.

"You," he said, chuckling again.

"What? What am I doing?"

"You're nervous."

"I am not. I'm…I'm calm," she said, slowing her breathing in an attempt to make what she said true.

"You can't fool me, Lyn. You always pace when you're anxious."

Ailyn shook her head, slightly amused, but it had always been a bit unnerving at how easily Taer could read her, even when they were Padawans. He had always been able to easily read people, even without the Force. It made her incredibly self-conscious.

Of course, the presence of two Jedi was enough to do the same to most sentient beings. As beings went about their business, their eyes fell on the two robed Knights. Most simply averted their gazes, others quickened their steps. Though she couldn't physically see them, being a Miraluka, she could sense their trepidation. She sensed no dark intent, however, and thus shifted her focus to pacing.

"I see Knighthood has not calmed your nerves, Ailyn."

Ailyn nearly tripped over her own feet in surprise at the sound of her former Master's voice. She turned to the voice, sensing Jedi Master Sa'ara Ko'Sai's amusement.

"Master Ko'Sai," said Taer, bowing as Ailyn collected herself, "I trust you are well?"

"Ever the proper, I see. Yes, thank you, Taer," she said, gesturing for him to rise as she turned her gaze upon Ailyn.

"Master," she murmured, bowing as Taer had, partly out of respect, and partly to hide her face, flushed as it was with embarrassment.

"Rise, Jedi Marr." Her Master's voice was cool, and Ailyn rose to face her smiling master.

Ailyn cleared her throat. "Shall we get underway?"

"Eager as always. Yes, but we need to pick up some supplies. The journey will be long. Come." Master Ko'Sai began to walk away, her dark robes flowing in the slight breeze.

"But, where are going?" asked Taer, following just behind with Ailyn.

Master Ko'Sai smiled, her pace never slowing. "Tython, my dear Taer, birthplace of the Jedi."

Tython

Deep within a strange stone temple in the dark heart of one of Tython's many forests, Darth Sebris inhaled sharply, roused from her studies of the Gateway to Nirn: A Compilation of Histories, the cold wave of premonition washing over her in the Force. It was vague, but she knew one thing. They needed to leave Tython, and soon.

I had been a few days since she and her apprentice, Darth Irritas, had found the chamber in which the book before her had been sealed. Since then, the pair had begun the tedious process of studying what the ancient Sith Lord, who's Holocron had led them here, had left behind. After the text had been carefully studied, it was burned. All except for the Gateway, of course. Thus, they would be the only ones in possession of the knowledge.

Now, however, they needed to leave.

"Irritas," she said, rising from her chair.

"I felt it, Master." He rose as well, looking up to her, his long, thick, gray hair hiding his expression. "What does it mean?"

"I don't know. Something is coming, and I'd rather not have to explain what we're doing on one of the Deep Core worlds."

"I agree. Though, to be honest," he said, packing manuscripts carefully into his pack, "whatever's coming, I'm curious what its business is with Tython."

"Indeed."

The two Sith quickly packed away what they could, then retreated from the chamber and began their ascent out of the deep tunnel. The dark forest remained as they had left it, cold, dead, and eerie. Sebris and Irritas turned to the temple and raised their hands and reached out with the Force. With a deep rumbling and cracking, the temple fell in on itself, deep into the ground, the tunnel and chamber crumbling beneath it. All that was left behind was a large pile of rubble, and a dust cloud rising from the once proud structure.

Without a word or gesture, the Sith turned and began to run, speeding through the forest. Unlike their first trek, they met nothing on the journey. A few hours later, they came to the cliff face. In short order, they Force-leapt from ledge to ledge, finally reaching the plateau where their shuttle, the Midnight Chaos, was perched. Pulling out her comlink, Sebris opened a channel to the security system, disabling the lockdown. The boarding ramp lowered with a hiss, and the pair loaded onto the shuttle and began preparing for take-off.

At the navicomputer, Irritas turned to his Master in the pilot's seat. "Where are we going, Master?"

"Set a course for Coruscant."

"Master?"

"I have a contact there who can get us a large amount of supplies without raising any red flags."

Irritas said nothing more, programming the hyperspace route. Sebris was somewhat relieved, for her intent went slightly deeper, a secret she had revealed to no one…

Hours later, as the Chaos barreled through hyperspace and Irritas meditated in the engine room, Sebris peered over the Gateway to Nirn, deep in thought. This book gave her much insight on the world, even without actually reading the information contained within. The material making up the pages was not modern flimsiplast, but rather a type of parchment she had not seen before. Additionally, the tome was bound with leather, constructed from the hide of an unfamiliar creature. It seemed likely, Sebris concluded, that the author, the unnamed Sith, had used surrounding materials to create this book, making it likely that technology on the planet would be primitive.

Interesting, she thought to herself. We might need to keep a low profile so as not attract attention. On the other hand, though, they could use their technology to inspire awe in the primitives, making them more malleable…

The alarm signaling that the Chaos was slipping out of hyperspace jolted her out of her reverie. Sebris mentally shook herself as she took the controls, steadying the ship as it lurched out of hyperspace. Irritas entered the cockpit and took the co-pilot seat, requesting permission to land at a nameless spaceport. Sebris quickly landed in their granted hangar, anxious to complete her tasks and be on her way. Both changing into thick, inconspicuous robes, she sent Irritas to fetch supplies for their voyage ahead, while Sebris rented a speeder and sped off to the financial district.

Despite being essentially ghosts, Sebris and Irritas did maintain a rather large fiscal empire, composing mostly of shell companies through which credits could be laundered. This, of course, allowed the two Sith to keep themselves hidden, whether through bribes, assassination, or any other such methods. In addition, spies, politicians, and mercenaries were easily bought. However, Sebris and Irritas never operated directly, preferring to use agents to act out their will.

And it was one such agent she meant to see. Many things needed discussion in the event she and her apprentice met their fates. Sebris felt confident they would return. Though, as her Master always warned her, the wise are also prudent.

Above Tython

"Any ion trail signals?"

Ailyn scowled, leaning against the doorway into the communications suite of the Virtue's Grace as Master Ko'Sai stood behind Taer, seated in front of the scanner terminal. Though her former Master knew she was more than capable of operating the equipment, Taer had been asked to search for any sign of activity in the sector.

Just like old times, she thought, sighing internally. Though Jedi are supposedly above such pettiness, their former Master had always seemed to favor Taer. Ailyn could never understand why, so she tried to ignore it, tried to tell herself that she was imagining things. She wished she were.

"I'm picking up two signatures, though they appear to be from the same ship," Taer dutifully reported.

Ko'Sai sighed. "It appears we have missed our quarry."

"Does that mean we are abandoning our mission, Master?"

"Not at all," she responded with a smile. "Take us down."

Ailyn made a noise of disbelief. Taer and Ko'Sai turned to the Miraluka Jedi.

"What?"

"Is there a problem, Jedi Marr?"

Ailyn shook her head in mild irritation. "Shouldn't we be pursuing that ion trail? Try and find those who landed here?"

Taer looked away, shaking his head as he mentally prepared for the ensuing argument.

"Need I remind you, my former apprentice, that I am in charge of this assignment? And, as such, need not explain my decision to you?" There was nothing directly threatening about the question, yet Ailyn could sense Ko'Sai's irritation.

"Well, Master Ko'Sai, as a Jedi Knight, and as an operative in this assignment, I believe I should know what your plan is."

"Entitled as always, Jedi Marr. Remember, you were only just Knighted. And, given your current behavior, I find it hard to believe."

"If I may," Taer interrupted, "perhaps investigating the surface will answer what they came for. Its possible the trespassers found nothing."

The bickering ladies paused, begrudgingly accepting the wisdom of Taer's words. Master Ko'Sai returned to the cockpit to bring them down, while Taer, smiling slightly at his victory, programmed coordinates into the navicomputer to follow the trespassers' trail. Ailyn, however, made her way back to the engine room, breathing heavily in frustration. Nothing had changed between her and Master Ko'Sai since her Padawan days. They continued to butt heads, and Taer continued to be the mediator.

Ailyn thought she had long since grown beyond her petty squabbles. Her Knighthood should have proven that, so she thought. However, immaturity and stubbornness seem to last into Knighthood.

And into Mastery, apparently, she thought snidely to herself.

She sighed, disappointed with herself at the childish thought. Ailyn settled into her quarters, resigning herself to a long journey. Hopefully, both she and her former Master would be able to restrain themselves. Or, at the very least, Taer would be able to keep them in line.

Above Coruscant

With all their supplies loaded, ship refueled and repaired, Darths Sebris and Irritas prepared their route. As there were no hyperspace lanes out to the Unknown Regions, they would have to jump to the system farthest from the Galactic Core and make their way from there. Although they had rough coordinates to their destination, it would be impossible, not to mention deadly, to plot a course from the Core to an unmapped area.

Despite the frustratingly roundabout travel arrangements, there was a sense of excitement throughout the ship, at least from Sebris. All her work was leading up to this; a new world of untold power and secrets, soon to be hers.

"Our course is set, Master," said Irritas from the pilot's seat.

"Very well," she replied, "take us to lightspeed."

As her apprentice activated the hyperdrive, and the stars seemed to stretch before them, Sebris grinned. With a lurch, the Chaos launched into hyperspace, sending it's passengers toward their unknown system, and their destiny.