boxofmisfits | So a Sith and a Chiss Walk Into the Same Warlord's Ship--

Entry tags:

So a Sith and a Chiss Walk Into the Same Warlord's Ship--

The Force was a capricious thing, if not straight up malicious.

War had broken out once more between the Sith Empire and the Galactic Republic and Altair had been on the front lines, working to ensure safety and stability for his people. Onderon, Mek-Sha, their assault on Corellia and the Meridian Complex, and at the end of it all, he had chosen to make his Alliance an official member of the Empire, and reclaimed his Sith title.

He had welcomed the Imperial presence on Odessen, had flown the flag of his nation where the flag of the Eternal Alliance once hung, and he had been happy. He had been home.

Then that artifact- he had been working on a tip Lana had gotten through her contacts, that there was an artifact that would serve Altair and the Sith Empire well.

It hadn't been a trap. Only the Force working in mysterious ways.

For a while after he'd been dragged to the future, he'd seethed. He'd lost his home, his title once more, and worse than that, he would never get to see his loved ones ever again. Not the people of the Alliance, nor Lana, nor Theron. He had been truly alone, for the first time in a long time.

But he couldn't stay angry forever, couldn't refuse to function.

He had made himself a new life on a new planet. He worked making his art, and he made friends. Occasionally, he traveled, too.

A year into his new life, tragedy struck, and his anger found a purpose once more.

That anger was why he was on this ship- the Warlord and his people had taken his friends from him. Altair would now take everything from them.

Blood splattered across the floor as he sliced a man in half, another one falling to the floor and convulsing as he threw a bolt of lightning. He finished him off my snapping his neck, and then lunged forward to dispatch a third.

He turned his head to look back at the dimly lit hallway, the blood of his enemies painting the scenery red.

No time to hesitate.

Altair continued moving, masking his presence, making himself damn near invisible. Coming upon more panicked guards trying to get a handle on the situation while also moving to get their leader out, he stopped in the shadows and listened. Escape pods. So that was their plans.

He turned and slipped through the darkness, popping out here and there to dispatch of anyone who seemed like they could be trouble, and by the time he made it to the escape pods, the Warlord was rushing his people to get ready- voice catching in his throat as the Sith stepped out.

With a few simple flicks of the wrist, Altair deflected blaster bolts back at the ones who thought that shooting at him would be a good idea, and two men who tried to flee were yanked back and slammed into the metal floors hard enough to break their heads open, a bit of blood splattering over the Sith's dark boots.

His head turned to the Warlord himself- the man who had ordered the attack on the place Altair had called home. Killed his neighbors, his friends, people who were innocent and deserved better.

"And then," He spoke, reaching out with the Force and warping the metal around the escape pods so they couldn't launch, "There was only us..."

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

It would become obvious soon enough that he would need the attention of a doctor- not waking, breathing harder- being sealed inside the suit of armor wasn't exactly doing him any favors. Peeling him out of it would be necessary, despite Altair's obvious aversion to being without it.

It was that aversion that was cause for hesitation- and plenty of asking permission from Thrawn beforehand.

Thrawn wasn't scared of the Sith, but the doctors who came to tend to the Sith sure were.

They asked the Grand Admiral to step aside while they worked, though not to leave- after all, while they trusted their Grand Admiral, they didn't trust the Sith- beyond trusting that he wouldn't lash out with Thrawn in the room, considering how it did seem like the Sith did value the work and the position he'd been given.

That, at least, they were reasonably sure of.

They worked his gloves off first, looking at each other upon seeing blue skin beneath- "Pantoran, perhaps?"

It was possible.

Working the hood back, there was some confusion on how to get the mask off, though after some examination of it, they managed to get it open, then off- the light blue hair of the Sith did indeed suggest Pantoran, but...

Looking back at Thrawn, it was obvious they were looking to him for answers, before even thinking about treating the Sith.

Thrawn stood to the side, allowing the doctors to work, and making sure he wasn't in the way. Still, he was deeply curious as the Sith's armor came off. What few glances he'd seen at Nox's embroidery told him very little about what species he was, other than the fact that he was certainly raised among humans, possibly even raised as one.

The blue skin made his eyebrows go up slightly. Yes, it was most likely that Nox was a Pantoran or another species with blue skin.

He felt anticipation building as the doctors managed to remove Nox's helmet. What he saw made his eyes widen and lean in for a closer look. No, it couldn't be.

Gently, Thrawn turned Nox's face towards himself. Yes, there was no way Thrawn wouldn't recognize a member of his own species. Darth Nox was a Chiss. This raised all sorts of questions, like why Nox hadn't told him from the start, or how a Chiss with Force sensitivity existed in the first place. As far as Thrawn knew, there were no Chiss with the Force.

Releasing Nox, Thrawn turned to the doctors. "Remove his armor and treat his fever. However, you are not to breathe a word of this to anybody. This does not leave the medical bay until I say it does."

They certainly would not breathe a word about this- not only because they had been ordered to, but also because they worried that the Sith would come after them, personally, if they so much as thought about it. It was a curious mix of loyalty to Thrawn and fear of the Sith who hadn't hurt anyone so far as they were aware, but was certainly capable of it.

They went about removing the rest of his armor, and treating his fever, and excusing themselves as quickly as they could, leaving Thrawn alone with the Sith once more- the doctors trusted that he knew what he was doing.

It would be another hour before Altair began waking, opening his eyes slowly and blinking a couple times- where was-

Oh. Medical bay and-

Where was his armor-

He sat straight up in his panic, not even thinking about sensing his surroundings through the Force, instead growing more fearful as his red eyes landed on Thrawn- the sort of fear that was usually reserved for a victim looking at the person who would murder them.

Thrawn looked over when he sensed movement. The moment Nox opened his eyes, there was no doubt left. Darth Nox was a Chiss. He just looked at Nox with his usual iciness, remaining seated.

"Ah, awake at last." He put his datapad down, raising a curious eyebrow at Nox. "You are afraid."

"Oh, is that what I am?" Altair asked, once he reined in his panic and used the fear to fuel him instead. He was no less afraid of course, simply controlling his fear rather than letting it control him. Time and distance and even learning that not all Chiss were the same really hadn't changed the fact that he was terrified of his own species.

Both his body language and his tone were quite tense, like he was just waiting for something bad to happen.

Though considering the fact that he'd actually woken up rather than having been killed when he was unconscious, perhaps Thrawn was in the same category of people as Aristocra Saganu had been, who simply saw him as a useful tool to get what they needed.

Which wasn't all too different from their arrangement before, really.

"I thought I said to not remove my armor," He said then, narrowing his eyes, though he was fully aware that he hadn't been able to say quite that much before getting familiar with the floor. Still, he knew that Thrawn was a smart man- he should have gotten the message from what Altair had managed to say before losing consciousness.

"You did," Thrawn confirmed. "However, it was necessary to remove it in order to treat your fever. You were burning up." He omitted the fact that two human doctors had been the ones to remove the armor. Thrawn didn't need Nox taking his frustration out on them too.

"So, you are a Chiss. Why did you not tell me before?" Nox still had some fear in his eyes. Why he was scared, Thrawn didn't have a clue.

Altair supposed that was fair. After all, despite his fear, he didn't actually want to die from something as easy to fight off as a fever. If he did, he imagined that when he did see his ancestor again on the other side, he'd get nagged at for the rest of eternity.

"Did you need to know?" He asked, "Would anything have been different if you knew from the start?"

Altair thought so- Altair thought that had he said so from the start, then he wouldn't have been given that offer to join. The people who had taken him in would not have been given protection. Of course, these were only his thoughts, and not Thrawn's.

"You needed my strength, and I was given a deal I couldn't refuse. That's all there is to it."

"Perhaps," Still, there was more to it than that. Nox wasn't telling him the full story, he could tell. "I would have approached you as a fellow Chiss, rather than just as a Sith."

Even after his exile, Thrawn bore no ill will towards the Chiss race. They were his people, and always would be. He wanted to protect them, even when he was so far away and couldn't return to them.

"Were you exiled?"

"Would that approach have been any different? Would it have been more beneficial to either of us?"

Altair doubted it. Or maybe he was just afraid of what the response would have been. Thrawn was brilliant, after all- he would have been a terrifying enemy to face alone, had circumstances been different.

Still, Altair couldn't detect any disgust from him, nor any unreasonable hatred. He couldn't quite understand it.

"... I wasn't, no. I'm not from the Ascendancy."

He had been there, once. No further than Copero though, and he'd had a chaperone with him to further punctuate just how unwelcome he was. But to have gotten exiled, he would have needed to be one of them, would have needed to be welcome in the first place, so he could have been banished later.

"It's a long story. I won't bore you with it."

Edited 2020-09-16 03:49 (UTC)

"I see." Perhaps Nox was the child of exiles, or was kidnapped as a child and raised to be Sith. The latter seemed the more likely explanation. Perhaps a wandering Sith had sensed his power and taken him to be an apprentice. All speculation, of course.

"I confess, I have never known a Chiss to be Force sensitive, let alone a fully fledged Sith. We didn't even know the Force existed until many decades ago." That was when Jorj Car'das and his crewmates had stumbled into Chiss space and told him many interesting things about his part of the galaxy.

"... Really?"

Maybe the Force had mercy after all- maybe the murder of Force sensitive Chiss had resulted in the Chiss not getting any more Force sensitives. If so, that was something he was thankful for. That no more Chiss had to go through what he went through.

"How strange," He said, shrugging a shoulder- though besides his words, there was no indication that this was some mystery to him, why he might be the only Force sensitive Chiss that currently existed.

"You do not sound surprised," Thrawn peered at Nox, as if he was attempting to see right into his mind and soul with those glowing red eyes. Something was coming into place in his mind.

"You didn't want me to find out you are a Force sensitive Chiss. You couldn't hide your powers from me, so you hid your species instead. Had I found out you are Chiss first, you would have hidden your Force powers from me instead."

He didn't like being looked at like that, but besides tensing up a little, gave no indication that he would like for Thrawn to stop looking at him like that. He'd seen that look before, the puzzle pieces falling into place, but he was determined to not give Thrawn all the pieces to this puzzle- to leave it incomplete.

"Who knows. Do you truly think we would have met had I lived my life as a Chiss rather than a Sith?"

It was a fair question. After all, as a Chiss he would have kept his head down, he would have lived his life quietly, and faded into obscurity. He wouldn't have been on that ship where they met.

"And if we had- would I have been more than merely another member of your species? More than a brief curiosity?"

Maybe he missed being around his own kind. But Altair doubted he would have been offered what he had been, had they met when he was without his armor, without any indication that he might be more than a scrawny, vertically challenged Chiss.

"My reasons are my own- and I'm more useful to you wearing that armor and wielding a lightsaber, than I am as another Chiss following you around. Or am I going to start hearing a knock at my door so we can chat as two Chiss from now on?"

His room was the one and only place he didn't wear his armor, after all- outside that room, he was only a Sith. Or rather, that was what things had been like up until today.

"Yet, there is indeed a reason you did not want me to find out that you are Chiss, and I suspect it has more to do with you being Force sensitive than anything else. You feared what would happen once I found out."

Altair's body language said as much. He looked like Thrawn was about to murder him once he woke up. Perhaps his master had fed him some wild story about what Chiss did to Force sensitives within their own kind.

"Has anyone ever told you that it's not nice to continue trying to figure out of a puzzle that doesn't want to be figured out?" Altair asked, the remnants of fear very much visible, but lessened now. Normally he liked watching Thrawn's mind at work- had admired it for a while now- but having it turned on him was- not exactly new, but. Before now he'd had his armor to hide behind.

"Do you truly need to know my reasons?"

He fell quiet for a moment, and looked away, "It's useful, anyway. The fear, I mean. Or... Does it bother you that I'm afraid of you?"

"The only people who need to fear me are my enemies. Whatever your reason for fearing me, I assure you that I do not intend to hurt you." He studied Nox for a few moments more. "Very well, you may have your secrets."

Thrawn would find out some day, even if it took years of getting the Sith to trust him.

"May I at least know your real name?"

"For now, I assume."

It was said with a small smile, despite his fear. Altair was sure he'd won the battle, but that he'd not won the war yet. Still, he'd bought himself some time, at least. That was something.

He sighed then, at the question, "I don't have one. Not the sort of name you're thinking of, at least."

No full Chiss name, nor a core name.

"If you absolutely must know, my name is Altair Kallig... But you may only refer to me by my real name when we're alone."

Not that he thought that anyone but Thrawn would dare call him by either his first or last name. But he wanted to remain Darth Nox to everyone else.

"Very well, Altair." If there was any confusion on the name, Thrawn didn't show it. It fueled Thrawn's theory that Altair was kidnapped as a child and raised by an alien Sith, who no doubt gave him his alien name.

It was times like this that he regretted that he didn't have access to Ascendancy news or records, to give him some idea of where Altair may have come from or who his birth family was. For now, he would just have to try and get a look at Altair's artwork, and see what that said about him. From what little Thrawn had seen, it didn't give any impression that the man was Chiss.

"When you have recovered, I wish to see you in my quarters. There is something I wish to show you."

"Very well. For now, I'd like to be left to my rest."

A pause, and then- "And you can tell whoever removed my armor that they don't need to sleep with one eye open or fear that I'll be jumping out of any shadows. I've no intention of harming them for doing their jobs."

He assumed that Thrawn wasn't the one who'd removed it, after all.
---

It would be a few days until Altair felt well enough to come to Thrawn's quarters. He didn't know what the other Chiss intended to show him, but he was curious enough to actually seek him out- though of course he wore his armor, hid behind his mask, and kept his lightsaber at his side.

It was only common sense.

"You had something to show me?" He asked, the second he was let in- making no move to remove his mask, even if it was just the two of them.

"I did, yes," Thrawn sat at his desk. He pressed a key to dim the lights, and another to bring up some holograms of artwork. The artwork was of paintings of various subjects, but they all centered around a certain theme. That theme was unity and coming together, but through force and coercion. The paintings depicted kings and Emperors, or conquests.

"What do you make of these, Nox?"

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be seeing. But I see unity. A Sith's idea of it. Unity through subjugation and deceit, the strong and the cunning above the weak. Something that will one day crumble to dust."

Maybe that was obvious- but he didn't have Thrawn's ability to read art, to see an image, and know a society from the details of it. He saw what he saw, and if Thrawn was disappointed, that was on him.

"It reminds me of art I've seen before."

In his own day, but also in dusty old tombs and temples in general.

"You didn't ask me to come here just to look at art."

It wasn't a question.

"Indeed. Many of these were collected by a Sith who has long since passed. It is useful to us because there are warlords and tyrants out there who follow a similar philosophy."

Thrawn tapped some keys and the artwork vanished. In its place appeared a map of the Unknown Region.

"Do you know what the most powerful weapon in the galaxy is, Nox?"

"Which one?"

He was curious. Maybe hoping that it was one he'd known, he supposed. Seeking some sign that the things he'd once known remained even today- even if they were fragments, even if they were things he didn't agree with. The past was so long ago, but not to him. To him, it felt like only yesterday.

Of course he said nothing of the sort- it was natural for a Sith to be curious about such things.

"The most powerful weapon in the galaxy is knowledge."

He didn't hesitate there- it was the correct answer if you asked him. Which Thrawn had. But it was true- knowledge was power- if it was knowledge you had, but your enemy did not, then that was even better.

"Why do you ask?"

"I believe his name was Darth Ravage. Very little information of that time has survived, and fewer still of the Sith who were alive back then, unfortunately."

Thrawn assumed that Altair had a curiosity about the Sith of the past because he wished to learn of his predecessors, including what to avoid. He certainly wasn't like most Sith Thrawn knew about, or had met in person, even if he'd only met two, Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine. Jorus C'baoth had fallen to the dark side, but Thrawn wasn't counting him as a true Sith.

A small smile touched his lips at Altair's answer. He was liking this man more and more. "Indeed. Knowledge is power, and with knowledge, an enemy may be crushed far greater than with anything capable of destroying a planet or star." Thrawn's point had long since been proven with the destruction of the Death Star during the Battle of Yavin. The Emperor was already rebuilding it, unfortunately, and he hadn't heeded Thrawn's advice on its defenses on Endor.

"You have knowledge that I do not. Knowledge of the Sith that I might find most valuable." Thrawn tapped another key and a planet near the edge of the Unknown Region lit up. "This world has my fortress, where I store information. If you will allow, I can find anything you may like there, if you will add to it in return."

There was a hiss from behind his mask as he breathed out and his fingers twitched slightly. He hoped it wasn't the Ravage he knew, but chances were that it was. Ravage had been big on subjugation after all, despite being head of the Diplomatic Sphere.

Altair didn't know what had happened to him after the Eternal Empire had invaded- maybe he'd died, or gone into hiding. He hadn't been part of the new Dark Council, at any rate. Still, for record of his existence to remain was frustrating- Ravage was the sort of Sith who should stay in the past, stay forgotten.

He wondered if any record of the person he'd been remained out there. As Darth Nox or as the Commander of the Alliance.

"I see," He said, "I've read about him. I've visited some old tombs and temples in my time."

Altair wished that was the truth- that he'd only read of him.

"... A trade of information, huh... Very well. I will add some of my knowledge, but not all of it. I'm sure you understand why."

While Altair didn't foresee them becoming enemies, he'd rather keep some cards close to his chest.

"In return, I want knowledge about the Chiss."

He'd found out some things in his own time, but he hadn't been able to speak with another Chiss in this manner then. And he was curious, still.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject