OOM: Taking a Third Option
Jul. 6th, 2014 05:17 pm(OOC: Some lines taken from canon.)
It is time, Dzoun tells her. Time for her to meet the Master of the Revanites. Ibani is more than a little nervous, although she does her very best not to show it.
She's surprised when the tent she's ushered into contains a holotrasmitter rather than a person. An image of a man in Sith armor appears on the transmitter and begins to speak, his tone bombastic. "You who have died and been reborn - stand before me now! You who have reclaimed the ancient past - stand before me now. You who have demonstrated power and wisdom to my followers - look upon the Master of the Order of Revan."
"This is the end of your initiation and the beginning of your true journey. You will walk the path of Revan forevermore. The enemies of the Order will force you to move in shadows, but we shall keep your secrets safe - as you shall keep ours. The time for subterfuge is over. Know me for who I am."
The holoimage vanishes and a woman suddenly appears in Ibani's vision. Her skin and hair are dark and she wears elaborate red facial tattoos.
"You're not what I was expecting," Ibani says.
The Master smiles. "The ruse serves its purpose. Besides, it felt appropriate - Revan's own gender is unclear in many of our records. I apologize for not meeting you sooner, but you know how badly the Dark Council wants me dead."
Ibani nods. "You are a threat to everything they stand for, to their power."
"Indeed." The Master invites her to sit and Ibani does so. "What do you know of Revan's fate?" Another Revanite enters the tent and places a tea tray between them, leaving before Ibani can even get out a 'thank you'.
"He came here, to Dromund Kaas," Ibani replies, picking up her teacup. "Where he perished, perhaps at the hands of the Emperor."
The Master nods. "That is the tale we tell initiates, that is what is commonly believed, but I do not think it is the truth."
Ibani startles at that, nearly dropping her tea cup. "What?"
"I believe Revan overthrew the Emperor and has sat secretly on the throne for three centuries. Aside from our order, only the Dark Council knows the truth."
Ibani splutters. "But, how? If Revan is the Emperor why would they be hunting his followers? That makes no sense!"
"The Emperor has been in seclusion for decades, the Dark Council no longer speaks with him. I believe the Dark Council has betrayed their leader and locked Emperor Revan away; seized power for themselves. They seek to silence us because we know the truth!"
"It would be like Sith to seize power," Ibani allows. "Even to keep the Emperor as a figurehead to keep rivals from going after them." She's still skeptical that such a thing could be true, but she's wary of letting her doubt show in front of someone like the Master.
The Master nods. "My agents tell me that you met with a Sith named Sandor - a man who seeks to destroy the Revanites," she says, tone calm as she sips her own tea. Ibani freezes a little, confirming the truth of that statement despite her intentions otherwise.
"And yet I still live," Ibani replies, tone unnaturally still and calm.
The Master regards her serenely, offering no comment.
"I was trying to find a way to save myself and the Cult," Ibani explains, desperately hoping that she's going to survive this. "The only thing I could think of would be to frame someone else as the Master, someone Sandor would not dare to question."
The Master chuckles. "Indeed. A clever plan, and one I had in mind as well. I Foresaw your coming to Us and made certain preparations." The Master reaches for a synthleather bag in her robes.
Ibani represses the urge to laugh in hysterical relief. Not only is she going to get out of here alive, but someone else has figured out the part of her plan that had eluded her! "What is that?"
"An amulet I 'obtained' from Darth Charnus," the Master replies with a smirk. "Give this to Sandor, tell him you took it from me."
Ibani's mind is afire with the implications of that statement. "You're going to frame Charnus for the position, Sandor's master! He won't dare question Charnus about it, in case this was a test of his loyalty to his master. And if he tells anyone ELSE he'd be executed along with Charnus. He'll either stop trying to find anything or he'll kill Charnus himself."
"Indeed," the Master replies. Then her expression turns sad. "But after you see Sandor, you must not return to Us. You must walk the path of Revan on your own."
"Because I will be watched, as long as I live," Ibani replies, tone bitter and a bit hurt. She's finally met people who think a bit like her in her own universe and she can never see them again without risking their torture and death!
"Yes," the Master replies solemnly. "You will walk the path of power without Us - the path neither Jedi nor Sith. But the Force will be with you, and it will make you strong."
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Ibani is solemn as she makes her way back to Kaas City, back to Sandor. Time to take a third option.
Sandor is eager to see her, pleased that she has news so soon.
"You return from having your ears filled with lies by the Revanites. I do not envy you the experience. Tell me now: Did you find what we need? Did you see the face of the leader?"
"I got a token from them," Ibani replies, handing him the bag.
Sandor looks a bit disappointed. "Well, perhaps that will be enough. A symbol of rank, or affiliation." If she hadn't been looking for it, she would have missed the micro-expression of fear on his face as his Master's symbol is revealed.
"Do you know this amulet?" he asks, glancing back at her.
"I've never seen that before," Ibani replies, truthfully. She knew she kept that in the bag without looking at it for a reason! She can see him weighing his options. She seems ignorant, and killing her might bring unwelcome attention from Lord Zash. And the last thing Sandor wants right now is attention from other Sith.
"Yes, yes, this will do," he says, dropping the amulet back in the bag. He nearly shoves a cred stick at her. "From my own accounts. You have done well, but I must take my leave. So much to do....."
Ibani nods politely and takes her leave, but inside she's grinning like a shark.
It is time, Dzoun tells her. Time for her to meet the Master of the Revanites. Ibani is more than a little nervous, although she does her very best not to show it.
She's surprised when the tent she's ushered into contains a holotrasmitter rather than a person. An image of a man in Sith armor appears on the transmitter and begins to speak, his tone bombastic. "You who have died and been reborn - stand before me now! You who have reclaimed the ancient past - stand before me now. You who have demonstrated power and wisdom to my followers - look upon the Master of the Order of Revan."
"This is the end of your initiation and the beginning of your true journey. You will walk the path of Revan forevermore. The enemies of the Order will force you to move in shadows, but we shall keep your secrets safe - as you shall keep ours. The time for subterfuge is over. Know me for who I am."
The holoimage vanishes and a woman suddenly appears in Ibani's vision. Her skin and hair are dark and she wears elaborate red facial tattoos.
"You're not what I was expecting," Ibani says.
The Master smiles. "The ruse serves its purpose. Besides, it felt appropriate - Revan's own gender is unclear in many of our records. I apologize for not meeting you sooner, but you know how badly the Dark Council wants me dead."
Ibani nods. "You are a threat to everything they stand for, to their power."
"Indeed." The Master invites her to sit and Ibani does so. "What do you know of Revan's fate?" Another Revanite enters the tent and places a tea tray between them, leaving before Ibani can even get out a 'thank you'.
"He came here, to Dromund Kaas," Ibani replies, picking up her teacup. "Where he perished, perhaps at the hands of the Emperor."
The Master nods. "That is the tale we tell initiates, that is what is commonly believed, but I do not think it is the truth."
Ibani startles at that, nearly dropping her tea cup. "What?"
"I believe Revan overthrew the Emperor and has sat secretly on the throne for three centuries. Aside from our order, only the Dark Council knows the truth."
Ibani splutters. "But, how? If Revan is the Emperor why would they be hunting his followers? That makes no sense!"
"The Emperor has been in seclusion for decades, the Dark Council no longer speaks with him. I believe the Dark Council has betrayed their leader and locked Emperor Revan away; seized power for themselves. They seek to silence us because we know the truth!"
"It would be like Sith to seize power," Ibani allows. "Even to keep the Emperor as a figurehead to keep rivals from going after them." She's still skeptical that such a thing could be true, but she's wary of letting her doubt show in front of someone like the Master.
The Master nods. "My agents tell me that you met with a Sith named Sandor - a man who seeks to destroy the Revanites," she says, tone calm as she sips her own tea. Ibani freezes a little, confirming the truth of that statement despite her intentions otherwise.
"And yet I still live," Ibani replies, tone unnaturally still and calm.
The Master regards her serenely, offering no comment.
"I was trying to find a way to save myself and the Cult," Ibani explains, desperately hoping that she's going to survive this. "The only thing I could think of would be to frame someone else as the Master, someone Sandor would not dare to question."
The Master chuckles. "Indeed. A clever plan, and one I had in mind as well. I Foresaw your coming to Us and made certain preparations." The Master reaches for a synthleather bag in her robes.
Ibani represses the urge to laugh in hysterical relief. Not only is she going to get out of here alive, but someone else has figured out the part of her plan that had eluded her! "What is that?"
"An amulet I 'obtained' from Darth Charnus," the Master replies with a smirk. "Give this to Sandor, tell him you took it from me."
Ibani's mind is afire with the implications of that statement. "You're going to frame Charnus for the position, Sandor's master! He won't dare question Charnus about it, in case this was a test of his loyalty to his master. And if he tells anyone ELSE he'd be executed along with Charnus. He'll either stop trying to find anything or he'll kill Charnus himself."
"Indeed," the Master replies. Then her expression turns sad. "But after you see Sandor, you must not return to Us. You must walk the path of Revan on your own."
"Because I will be watched, as long as I live," Ibani replies, tone bitter and a bit hurt. She's finally met people who think a bit like her in her own universe and she can never see them again without risking their torture and death!
"Yes," the Master replies solemnly. "You will walk the path of power without Us - the path neither Jedi nor Sith. But the Force will be with you, and it will make you strong."
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Ibani is solemn as she makes her way back to Kaas City, back to Sandor. Time to take a third option.
Sandor is eager to see her, pleased that she has news so soon.
"You return from having your ears filled with lies by the Revanites. I do not envy you the experience. Tell me now: Did you find what we need? Did you see the face of the leader?"
"I got a token from them," Ibani replies, handing him the bag.
Sandor looks a bit disappointed. "Well, perhaps that will be enough. A symbol of rank, or affiliation." If she hadn't been looking for it, she would have missed the micro-expression of fear on his face as his Master's symbol is revealed.
"Do you know this amulet?" he asks, glancing back at her.
"I've never seen that before," Ibani replies, truthfully. She knew she kept that in the bag without looking at it for a reason! She can see him weighing his options. She seems ignorant, and killing her might bring unwelcome attention from Lord Zash. And the last thing Sandor wants right now is attention from other Sith.
"Yes, yes, this will do," he says, dropping the amulet back in the bag. He nearly shoves a cred stick at her. "From my own accounts. You have done well, but I must take my leave. So much to do....."
Ibani nods politely and takes her leave, but inside she's grinning like a shark.