Rix Haren - Sith Lord

[rixharen]

sistertrilla​:

it was clear that the first order was intended to replicate the empire, even if it did not seem to have the same strength as the empire that she had served – there was so much defiance in the galaxy, the fact that coruscant could order a ceasefire and have it actually work… it only spoke of the weakness. still, even if it had been strong, trilla suspected the seeds of doubt would still be in her mind. she no longer felt as though she belonged strictly to the empire or the first order, even if she would never be able to call a place as light as the resistance her home. she was something else. it makes the idea of something else easily a tempting offer to take, but skepticism still stalls any kind of eagerness that they might have had to belong somewhere new. “i will be choosing my own future regardless,” she pointed out with a slight cant of her head. “and what exactly do you intend on doing with the current factions? the first order nor the resistance will give way so easily. they might both find reason to crush… this together.”

such a predictable response. the girl is clearly clever, intelligent and more than aware of what’s going on, but the defiance seems to be such a kneejerk reaction rix expected to see it at some point, from what his research has told him, what he can sense from her. still, it’s certainly something he can work with. “of course. and if you so choose that your future doesn’t lie in working with me, we part ways as... acquaintances. nothing more.” he assures her easily. he has no interest in fighting with people purely because they didn’t want to work with him. letting out a soft laugh, rix can’t help but smile in amusement at the question. “the first order and the resistance have flaws, fatal flaws that they don’t even seem to notice. look at the current situation - both have bowed to a ceasefire ordered by data-pushing politicians on this planet. and neither ends are even aware of the movements being made, how would they even know to search for anything to crush?”

[rixharen]

sistertrilla​:

sidious. in the five years that she had spent as an inquisitor, second sister had been devoted to the cause and more importantly, to winning favor with the emperor himself. maybe it was because she had been inclined to picking up every skill available and that had usually led her to higher approval from superiors, or maybe it had more to do with not wanting to feel like she was in a subservient position. even if she was now seventh or ninth, she was second, she still had to answer to the grand inquisitor.

“not a fan of vader, i take it.” until the final moments, she’d been indifferent. now the chance for revenge sounded all too sweet: a personal motivation, nothing to do with allegiances here or there. “masters have the inevitable downfall of failing their apprentices,” she remarked, her lips pursed. “do you think you can really keep history from repeating itself? it’s a flaw that’s lived for generations.”

“vader was a mistake.” rix answers simply, she doesn’t need to know more than that. he can sense it from her, the distaste, the anger. something not just duty-driven - clearly there’s more to the story. “i gather you’re not, either.” he states - not bothering to pose it as a question. he’s sure she has enough knowledge of the force to know he can sense it from her, and he’s not going to bother insulting her intelligence by assuming otherwise.

her assumption isn’t wrong, in most cases. his master failed him before rix had even been trained. his parents had done the same. the inquisitors had been failed too, rina was more than enough proof of that. “masters who follow the same dogmatic patterns are doomed to the same patterns, yes.” rix corrected her without missing a beat. “my plan is to break out of the patterns they’re repeating. even now, with this first order, the pattern is the same. no one has thought to try another approach, that’s where they fail.” that’s where i won’t.

[rixharen]

mxrrin​:

merrin scoffed at his response, “it’s terrible. i don’t recommend going. it’s me, and the night brothers, and they don’t strike up much conversation,” she mumbled quietly. that was something she didn’t miss. the constant… loneliness. at least.. in general. there were times, of course that this became overwhelming. she let out a breath, glancing back out. this was just so knew. 

“it hasn’t changed? i don’t believe that,” she said, a dubious smile, a small one, onher lips. she glanced up at the man, “ it’s different on dathomir, a different type of.. chaos, i suppose. less… vengeful. hurt, perhaps.” 

rix has heard of dathomir plenty, but only from his former master. as a source of potential apprentices. it’s where his predecessor had come from, he knew that much. and he’d heard of the nightsisters of course, on the course of his own research. but beyond that, rix didn’t know much of it himself. “not every trip needs to be filled with such sparkling conversation, though. perhaps you can give me a tour, help me understand the history there.” though, that may never come to be, assuming they’re trapped on coruscant for the time being. “are you glad you left the planet, then?”

letting out a laugh, rix nods his head. “it’s grown older, darker. but the... soul of the planet, what it has been used for, that does not seem to have changed, from what I can feel.” and oh, he remembers more than enough to compare it too. time spent with sidious is not easily forgotten, after all. “have you travelled much beyond your home?”

[rixharen]

tburrin​:

tyr was surprised the man had done his research. or, that’s what t sounded like, at least. that only made him more suspicious. he hummed some at his response, head tilting up a bit, hoping he would continue. sure he was interested– but he didn’t need the man to know that. not yet, at least. tyr furrowed his eyebrows, catching the credits, then glancing up at the datapad. it was fairly standard. he held out his hand, “will do. communication with you, only.” 

rix has a way with people. in more ways than one. of course part of it comes from the force, from sensing how people shift around him, their moods, their intentions. but the other is purely from keen eyes and years of practice. and what he can see about tyr is that there is much to learn about the man. much more than rix knows now. not surprising - most of the associates he collects tend to be more than they seem at first. “good. oh - i’m known as rix. rix haren. i assume you would want to know who you’re working with.” he confirms with a nod, clasping his hands behind his back again. “i take it you have questions?” he’d be a fool if he didn’t.

[rixharen]

lastpxdawan​:

kanan was technically a jedi knight. that being said, he wasn’t necesssarily a conventional one. he was light, that was clear, but he wouldn’t say he followed the jedi code. not… exactly anyways. but this man was clearly a sith. 

clearly meant some sort of trouble. 

he was way to tired for these guys to still be around. 

kanan kept himself on guard, trying to gather what he could from the man, he was heavily guarded but not impossible to read. 

he laughed a bit at his comment, “peacekeeping? i mean, i see that more as a side job. anyways, i could say the same about you. not tormenting anyone today, then?” he retorted, a small smile on his face, arms crossing, “you know, just the obvious, what are you doing around here?” 

whoever this man is, there’s something about him, about the way the force moves around him, that’s too familiar of the old jedi order. those who had failed the galaxy in the first place, who had allowed sidious the space and freedom to succeed with his plans.

oh, this should be fun.

he doesn’t take his lightsabers just yet, waiting to see just how his new opponent reacts. surely he hasn’t followed rix all this way just to talk. “is that so? that’s very.. un-jedi of you. what would you say is your day job, then?” raising an eyebrow, rix laughs at the comment. “amusing, but no. we do tend to have other interests than simple torment.”

ah, the typical question. boring lines of questioning, typical of a jedi. it doesn’t surprise him in the slightest, that the man would - once again - ask the wrong questions. “does that ever work? when have you ever said that and had your opponent spill their plans?” shaking his head, rix can’t help but smirk. “i believe it’s my turn to ask a question. you clearly went to some almost impressive lengths to follow me all the way here, one can only assume it’s your dogmatic jedi need to fight any sith you come across. did you really believe this was an encounter you would come out of unscathed?”

[rixharen]

tburrin​:

tyr swallowed, considering the man for a moment. there was– something else he wanted. but did tyr care? his urge to do… something was becoming unbearable. this ceasefire had been bad for business, sure, but even more his mental state. not having the distraction of work was becoming… problematic. 

“i can handle complex work, fine,” he said a bit tightly, a breath releasing. he should learn more but something was… drawing him towards this man. something he hadn’t felt before. he wasn’t sure he liked it, “fine, yeah. i’ll take it.” 

rix is careful, approaching new.. potential partners. he takes his time, observes, does his homework. he’s not bluffing, the work he’s doing is much more complicated than the contracts the other is likely getting at the moment. but he also has a sense that.. to show off, prove his skills, is an opportunity tyr would leap at.

and he’s not mistaken. “you don’t know me yet, but i wouldn’t be here if i didn’t believe you could handle complex work. i’m not one to waste time like that.” rix explains calmly enough, making a note of how the man had bristled at his words and tucking that information away for later. smiling, rix nods his head and fishes two items out of his pocket - a pouch holding a decent amount of credits, and an untraceable datapad. “advance payment. think of it as a signing bonus.” he says, tossing the pouch tyr’s way. “your jobs will come through this -” rix explains, holding the pad up in clear view, “untraceable, encrypted, used for communication with myself only. clear?”

[rixharen]

sistertrilla​:

trilla wasn’t sure that they had ever known freedom: every choice in their life had been made for them one day or another, whether it was the jedi taking her in for training, or the failures of her master that had led to the empire creating someone… something new out of the padawan. “whatever serves me best.” but knowing how to really and truly make that choice? that was another issue altogether. wanting freedom and knowing what to do with it were not easy. “so if you want to make an offer, it better be a good one.”

while her words make sense, rix can’t help but wonder what’s truly behind that. the inquisitors were forged... a certain way. to believe that what served them best was what served the empire best. what served their masters best. and whilst rix has no intention of trying to fill that role in her life, he wonders what trilla actually imagines will fill that gap in her life. “my goal is a simple one.” he begins, opting for clarity and transparency over mystery. for the most part, at least. “the first order is clearly plagued with palpatine’s influence, to create another vader in that child and attempt to bring people like you and i to our knees once more. my plan is to end that tired old regime.” he pauses, raising an eyebrow. “and to do so with people who want the same thing. no... master and inquisitors or brainwashed soldiers. those working with me to this end do so because they choose to. and what’s what i offer you. the choice to be part of a change you choose, not one forced on your shoulders. with the freedom to shape a life you see fit, in a galaxy that’s broken out of the pattern it seems to have become stuck in for centuries. to finally choose your own future.”

[rixharen]

mxrrin​:

merrin could leave if she wanted to. even if he was more powerful than her, she had no doubt she could escape easily. nut she was… intrigued by the man. there was still a sense of… she felt like she was being observed. it wasn’t something– she didn’t like it. “go to dathomir. you’ll understand very quickly,” she retorted quickly, turning back towards him, an eyebrow lifting some, as if… challenging him to say something. she didn’t know, not really. 

she wasn’t used to dealing with this many beings. 

“do you feel it?” she asked, an odd question, perhaps… but conversation none the less, “it’s… so loud.” 

she’s probably not wrong. going to dathomir would be the easiest way to get a sense of the nightsisters, of the life they’ve lived. it would be curious, really, to see such history. but alas... “unfortunately we’re all trapped in this giant city, or i would have likely done so.” he reminders her with a shrug of his shoulders. some day, perhaps. assuming his life isn’t somehow tied to this situation, that is. “perhaps you can tell me about it? your home?” rix can sense her unease, that she’s not quite comfortable with him yet. perhaps this will help.

raising an eyebrow, rix pauses for a moment, reaching out through the force with his senses. as someone who spent a good portion of his life on coruscant in hiding, doing his master’s bidding from the shadows, he’s quite used to the buzz of the city. but for one not so accustomed to it.. he can appreciate her words. “it’s always been as such. loud and unruly and - chaotic.” he says quietly. “even through so many years, somehow the city has not changed as much as it should have.”

[rixharen]

sistertrilla​:

her eyes narrowed into a glare at being called my dear, visibly prickling at such a pet name. there’d never been many of those in their life –– by the time that they were properly an adult, under the mask of an inquisitor, people quivered in fear. names thrown her way were nasty and came from a place of terror or defiance. their first instinct was that it was demeaning, but that did not fit rix’s agenda. something else, then.

“you belonged to someone or something once.” when it was didn’t necessarily matter that much to them. history had a habit of being cyclic, especially in the last few decades. “all of us did.” force sensitives. unless they were the lucky ones. “so where?”

rix is... skilled at hiding his emotions, to say the least. he always has been. the training was drilled into him so young, after all. but at trilla’s clarification, her question, his expression darkens. his time belonging to another was something he chose not to relive often, unless searching for a memory to help further his current plan. but... she’s not the type of person to ask such questions for no reason. surely there’s a significance for her, in knowing what history he’s lived.

“sidious.” his voice is low, only a few steps above a growl as he answers, the distaste and anger evident in his tone. “i was made to serve sidious, until his permanent apprentice had been prepared.” curious, given rix’s plan hinges on the allegiance of that very apprentice, but.. he never blamed skywalker for sidious’ actions. “it’s a situation i intend on ensuring i never find myself in again. on either side.”

[rixharen]

ask meme starter for @sistertrilla - “I want to know where you’re from.” 

a curious question. anyone who’s been involved in the dark side knows.. there’s no real answer. the sigh. the inquisitors. now the knights of ren, it doesn’t matter. none of them are given the fortune of a home. of identifying from.. a place. belonging. they forge their own belonging, if they’re strong enough to do so. if not.. they’re trapped in the life they’ve been broken into. they both know this more than well enough.

“you should clarify your question, my dear.” rix points out, tilting his head to the side a touch. “as the galaxy is now, a question like that.. could be for a time, or a place. or even something much more obscure. i’d hardly want to waste your time with the wrong information.”

[rixharen]

lastpxdawan​:

kanan had trained himself well enough to hide his presence at this point. it had been necessary for him to hide himself to survive after the jedi purge. but this strong a presence had surprised him. not one he’d felt in a long time. 

nor wanted to, frankly.  

while the presence was a bit… fuzzy when nearing the man, still clear enough for kanan to make out– a skill developed when losing his sight that he was currently thankful for. head tilting some at his comment, kanan simply crossed his arms over his chest. so it was this kind of sith. 

“i mean, i guess you could call it a social visit,” he commented, hand idly gesturing near him, “i wasn’t looking for a fight.”

rix may no longer be an ally of the sith who control the galaxy, but he’s no friend to the jedi either. and as well as this man might hide his presence, at this proximity it’s impossible to mask completely, especially given rix’s training.

he watches the man with a cautious curiosity. he isn’t like the few from this time, who claim to be jedi. there’s something.. different about him. perhaps he’s one of those brought through to this time, as rix had been. curious.

“oh, how fascinating. a jedi, looking to socialise? i was lead to believe your kind were far too focused on your peacekeeping for social lives.” he answers, eyes not leaving the man despite his gesture. “well then, by all means. if you weren’t here for a fight, let’s talk. to follow me here, you must’ve had some questions in mind.”

[rixharen]

tburrin​:

tyr kept his eyes on the man, expecting… something. an attack? he wasn’t sure. watching the man move his hands behind his back was a surprise. almost as much as the glint of metal under his belt. the shape was unmistakable. what would a force user want with him. 

his eyes flicked back up to the man’s, hearing out this plan he had. “unique contracts? not anything i haven’t dealt with,” he said casually. not knowing who they were didn’t matter– he hadn’t managed to get caught yet. “i’m qualified. question is– to you have the credits.” 

for a moment, rix can’t hep but wonder how trained this man is. he clearly has some sense of the force, that much is obvious. but just how much is yet to be confirmed. still, his intention here isn’t to fight, his stance designed to show the man that. if it comes to it, he knows he can handle the man easily.

something shifts in the other’s demeanour, something rix takes note of, watching carefully. “so i’ve heard.” rix responds, somewhat amused. the comment isn’t a surprise, though he can’t help but let out a soft laugh. “you should know this won’t be a job or two. what i’m looking for a.. unique being. someone i know can handle more complex work. something i know not many can handle.” pausing for a moment, rix raises an eyebrow. “if you are the man for the job, the credits will follow.”

[rixharen]

mxrrin​:

she could tell he was reading her. but it didn’t seem.. negative. which was something new for her. her body language was still tense– years of solitude.. she was generally on guard. she tilted her head some at his comment. it was.. interesting to hear that, “understand? what could you wish to understand?”  she let out a breath, relaxing some, at least… visually, “it’s terrible. the planet is– broken,” she mumbled.

at the very least, she’s not shutting him out or disappearing. both of which he’s sure would be easy for her to do. and until she does so, rix has a chance to make the most of this conversation. “to understand a woman who has seen the galaxy from a view so unique. how else could i possibly learn new outlooks?” he asks with an air of curiosity. and it’s not a lie. the more people he meets and works with, the broader his understanding. the more likely he is to succeed.

he can’t help but nod his head at her words. “that’s true. i can’t blame you for seeking a.. bit of peace, in the midst of a planet in this state.”

[rixharen]

furnacemade​:

     everything that he had been taught within the jedi order conflicted against what he knew now. it was like a tug of war between the light and the dark inside of him, something that felt like an even stronger raging storm than anakin had been used to prior to his fall. there had always been a semblance of darkness inside of him despite how easily the other jedi had ignored it so freely. still, he didn’t like any of this or the idea of being approached by a sith so casually even if they had met before all of this. it set off his defenses despite the reality that rix wasn’t being aggressive. 

    “from the jedi order’s point of view, the sith have always been the evil ones. that’s what we’re always taught.” though anakin can’t deny that the other makes a point. he’d certainly lived a life that had been unexpected, pressure and expectations put onto him at such a young age all because he was supposed to be the infamous chosen one. it’s frustrating to accept, to know that he had been steered wrong his entire life. they had always expected so much from him yet they had never bothered to remotely care what that pressure did to him. “yes, i figured as much given the new war raging on. it’s just another repeat of history like every single war is.” gaze narrows ever so slightly, suspicious and uncertain. anakin knows better than to trust a sith but… it seems more than hypocritical right now. “why would i need your help??”

there’s so much conflict, so much confusion in anakin. rix can sense it, he can feel it writhing around within him as the man tries to make sense of his new situation. and rix can hardly blame him - to suddenly be plagued with the realisation of your true nature like this, it’s sure to be hard to process. and that’s why he’s here. because he knows.. this moment, this time, this is crucial. this is the time to, ever so delicately, begin convincing the man in front of him that he cannot trust what he used to know. that he needs to rely on something.. new. neither jedi, nor palpatine’s agenda can cover what he needs anymore.

“true. and from the sith’s point of view, the jedi were dogmatic and never to be trusted. and yet.. here we are. both of us, proof that these ideas may not even be true.” rix points out calmly. he won’t rise to the bait. the sith anakin knows, the sith they all know, is one rix himself despises. one he’s determined will never see the light of day. something that will be.. difficult to achieve, without skywalker’s help. “it is. the same ideals from years ago, ideals that proved to be the galaxy’s downfall.. but here they are, fighting over the same ideals again and again.” he sighs, careful to make it seem sad, strained. as if the current war has any effect on him. “smart question. ultimately, it is up to you. i wouldn’t force you to accept my help if you truly don’t need it.” pausing, rix shifts in his chair, leaning in to rest his arms on the table between them. “tell me, what do you remember? of our conversation on mustafar? do you remember, why i came to help you all those years ago?”

[rixharen]

sistertrilla​:

choice had never been in the books for the second sister. the jedi had found them as a child, too young to remember their own family, and brought them in –– no choice had ever been made about the course of her life by here. when cere had failed her, the empire had stripped what was left of trilla suduri and molded them into something usable. now… was something else. what? she didn’t know. “i think most don’t,” she remarked. “yet you’re offering some kind of choice, aren’t you?”

she’s clever, that much is more than obvious. she’s... young, inexperienced. emotionally unbalanced, and clearly tone. rix can sense it in her, the conflict that’s pulling her back and forth. but she’s clever, and she’s determined. there’s no point in pulling the wool over her eyes. “yes, i am.” rix confirms, pausing for a moment. “i.. understand what it is, not to be given a choice. i refuse to do so to others.” he may have a gift for convincing people, but he will never take away their right to choose. “i wonder, if you had that freedom.. what would you choose?”

[rixharen]

tburrin​:

tyr’s eyes flicked over the man, trying to get some bearing for what he could possibly  want from him. no one was hiring now– with how hard the government had cracked down, it was certainly a gamble. 

not that tyr didn’t believe that he couldn’t work his way around that. but convincing clients had been, well, difficult. 

raising his eyebrows, he moved to cross his arms. the man was… odd. the eyes were a surprise, but not enough to make him question it too much– he had seen weirder. “not interrupting anything,” he mumbled, leaning against th wall, “and opportunity, sounds cryptic. i’ll need to hear more.” 

the uncertainty is no surprise, really. the planet is chaotic at the moment, the government’s insistence hindering so many movements. but rix operates easily outside of these, in the shadows. making his moves and biding his time, as needed. their mandates don’t worry him.

which can be quite useful when dealing with those of a.. unique skillset such as the man before him.

“ah, how fortunate. i won’t take up more of your time than needed, don’t worry.” rix assures him, clasping his hands behind his back to appear non-threatening. he doesn’t need this man assuming there’s some sort of incoming danger, after all. “well, i find myself with some more.. unique contracts that need to be fulfilled. the type that will draw attention away from my objectives. the type that need unique kinds of subtlety,” he begins, wanting to draw attention to the difficulty of the job, all part of the process of course, “and.. from what i’ve gathered, very few people would be qualified for these kinds of jobs.”

[rixharen]

mxrrin​:

she rolled her eyes at his comment, eyes flicking to his. “fascinating. i’m glad you see me and my people as some creatures to be observed,” she commented, shifting her position to look away for a moment, tucking her stone away in her side pouch. there was a reason she had come out here– she wasn’t used to the bustle of coruscant. it was nothing like dathomir. 

but she couldn’t help but be curious what he wanted. it was clear he had… some goal. everyone did here, it seemed. with a breath, she tilted her head up some, looking out at the sky, “the city is busy. toxic. not much to enjoy there.” 

she’s defensive, he can tell. rix can feel it, not just from her words but in her. and can he blame her? the nightsisters have had a terrible history, feared and hunted and misunderstood through their entire existence. rix.. can appreciate her view, what would make her feel this way about a stranger. “i’m not here to observe, my dear. i’m here to understand. the people over there -” he gestures back towards the city, “for the most part, they are all the same. the same lives, the same thoughts, the same intentions. it’s rare to meet someone so far.. removed, from such a hivemind-like way of thinking.”

letting out a soft laugh, rix nods his head. “coruscant has always been as such. one giant city.. not much time for peace.” he agrees, tilting his head to the side. “so much chaos in the one place, don’t you think?”