Kordath ran his hands along the edges of the doorframe, gently brushing his fingertips across the stained wood. And it was real wood, he noted, wondering just how much it had cost the Headmaster to use actual organic building materials when the rest of the Brotherhood survived on prefabricates. Wondering, not for the first time, why he’d allowed his team leader to drag him up here for a ‘study session’ to get to know one another, the Ryn sighed. He really needed a drink. Sjl had taken over after the death of his predecessor, Lexiconus, a Tortuga who’d gotten himself killed through his own clumsiness.
Muttering to himself, the assassin checked the inner edges of the doorframe, knocking lightly on the wall to the left. He let out a low whistle of appreciation, the wall was solid, which meant the door was on actual hinges, rather than the sliding models most people used. Kordath could hear Galleros shuffling about behind him in the room, it sounded as if the other Krath was flipping through tomes at random from the sound of it.
Great, that’s a wonderful idea, just flip through the manuscripts of ancient Sith writings and hope nothing tries to eat our faces’ thought the Ryn, growing more annoyed the longer he was stuck in the room with his nominal superior. The Zelosian loomed, despite his lithe build, the plant man was tall enough to make Kordath feel uncomfortable. And he smelled of sap, the Ryn’s tail flicked a bit as he stepped away from the door, tapping his chin with a thoughtful finger, before shrugging and turning around.
The noises had stopped, Galleros was hunched over the holocron he himself had left on a desk, the yellow-brown haze surrounding it as the Zelosian cradled it in his thin fingers. Auburn light flickered off the emerald eyes of the Dark Forge team leader, and Kordath felt his neck hair start to rise. He’d only glimpsed at the artifact for a few moments earlier, but even the Ryn had felt a pull from it, the object was filled with knowledge, and such was a lure to both Krath in the room. Clearing his throat, Kordath slowly crouched on the other side of the table, until he was eye level with the focused Zelosian.
“Galleros? We,umm, need to put that back, we were given clearance to study some texts, not, umm, muck about with artifacts,” spoke the Ryn, louder then was strictly necessary, “Look mate, I can’t get through the security on that panel, right? And I’m not cutting that door open, Lord Dacien would have me taxidermied up and put in the corner as a warning if I did that.”
Still the other Priest didn’t look up from the holocron, prompting an increasingly annoyed Kordath to reach across the desk and wave his hand about in front of the man’s face. When this failed to get a reaction, the Ryn sighed, and put his hand over the artifact, intending to pull it from the Zelosian’s grasp and return it to the shelf. This, in fact, did garner a response, as the emerald eyes flashed up to lock on his gray, giving Kordath just enough time to regret the decision he’d just made. Galleros left hand twitched, ever so slightly, letting out a small charge of electricity, enough to knock the Ryn backwards from his crouching position.
Kordath grimaced, his pride injured more than anything else, as he climbed to his feet. With a sigh, he noted that Galleros had stood up from the desk as well, but any hope that his team leader was putting the object back were quickly dashed. Galleros tucked the holocron back into his robes somewhere, producing a lightsaber hilt as his hand came back out. A blade, brilliantly green in color, hissed to life, and the Zelosian’s face took on a cold visage. The Ryn grimaced, this is why he hated study sessions with other Krath, they always turned surprisingly ugly, nobody ever believed him.
Gonna set up a bloody camera next time, get proof that these things aren’t my fault, thought the Priest, groping for his own lightsaber hilt, hanging from his belt.
Weapon in hand, yet not engaged, Kordath raised his left hand in a placating manner, “Look, umm, Galleros, mate, need you to calm down. I don’t want…” he started, before the Zelosian cut him off.
“Mine, the holocron spoke to me, YOU do not get to take it away from me,” growled the taller Priest, advancing on the Ryn, who backed away several steps.
Kordath raised his hilt, switching the azure blade to life and holding it in a guard position, “Sjl! You have to calm down! Focus! We are not fighting in here...oh bugger.”
The Ryn ducked, feeling the air above his head ionize as the blade passed within inches of his hair, and smelled...burning...wood? Glancing back, he knew what it was before he saw, but still hoped against hope that it wasn't. A deep, black gouge was scored across the door to the Headmaster’s personal chambers. As Galleros raised his weapon to strike down at his teammate, Kordath shook his head and sent out a blast of telekinetic energy, focused on the Zelosian’s midsection. Galleros fell backwards with a cry of anger and alarm, rolling with the strike, but finding breath hard to come by shortly.
“You really did that? You just marred the Headmaster’s door! He’s going to kill us both, you fool!” shouted Kordath, overcome with anger at having his death sentence signed in such a ridiculous way. The Ryn flourished his blade, advancing on the other Krath, “Screw it, we’re dead anyways..,” he grumbled.