[ti]Private[/ti]The Dark Hand reaches Dathomir... [Zenon]

Zenon held in his hands the Face of Fire, looking at its eye holes in thought. It was, in a way, the crown he had created. Not as Overlord, but as the Avatar of Fire. There were none left on Dathomir who were unfamiliar with the description of the Overlord, so far as he knew. Nor his title as Avatar of Fire. But it was not a position he felt was limited to him. Many of the more religious, believed there to be a ur-spirit of fire, and that it had chosen Zenon as a sort of representative of its will. And as a result, had given him much of its power. Zenon himself neither refuted nor agreed with this reasoning. He did believe in the spirits and ur-spirits, but he also believed in the force, and that they were one and the same. And as a result of this, he could not be certain there was a spirit of fire even if there was for other things.

The Domindori stood up as he heard the report of the ship incoming, he looked to one of the nearby Sisters, "We have a visitor, a business deal. One that I can hope will be profitable." he said standing up and beginning to walk towards where they had discussed for the landing. Even now the location was quite forested, but there was enough open area around it for plenty of spaceships along with the buildings. So it worked fine until they would build Dathomir City. He approached and awaited the arrival of Alicia, after having put away his mask.

Alicia Drey,

The Overlord smiled and nodded as she arrived and spoke, "Certainly, come, would you like something to drink?" he asked leading her to one of the bigger structures present, somewhere they would have a location to discuss without the discomfort of others listening. Inside there would be a room, off to its own with comfortable enough sitting and a stone table. He would speak as they walked, "It's a pleasure to officially meet you as well. We've been quite interested in further activity with off worlders, well, financially speaking. Plenty of us still have some reservations as you can imagine." he added the last part with a bit of a chuckle, however, even he was among them in some regard. He didn't want to have to go off world, but it was necessary, and it had its own perks, "We have been somewhat isolationist except on an individual level for some time so you can imagine it's a bit of a tough choice for some."

Should Alicia answer with a need for something to drink, Zenon would likely provide it either by forming it through the use of Spirit Ichor, or asking a Nightsister to get someone to retrieve it. Depending on the particular thing.

Alicia Drey,

Zenon shrugged as she refused the drink, "Perfectly alright." he said simply leaning both hands on his cane, over the crystal ball. He was interested in seeing just what it was that she had to say, but as always, Zenon was extremely careful. His decisions with outsiders were not taken lightly by either himself, nor any of the others on Dathomir. they knew the dangers it involved.

She gave her request soon enough and Zenon, let out a bit of a hum from his throat, looking to the side in thought. His mind running through the possibilities of this action. Officially, he likely would not condone this. But also officially, clans could do almost whatever they wanted unless otherwise told or decided upon. Should they hire off individuals, it was not necessarily an official decision. But rather one of the people, if it became a problem, he would have them withdrawn. However, these were only some of the negative sides of things. He needed something...promising, to truly believe any even slightly large force would be worth hiring off. Individuals was one thing, they could remain completely anonymous. This was a bit different.

The Overlord nodded slightly in thought to answer, "Perhaps, these things we can do. The Sisters, the Brothers, they are very skilled warriors, and assassins, not to mention the magick of the sisters. And they would be willing to do this, though of course, remaining loyal to Dathomir. We are quite familial here. " Zenon explained in a smooth voice, "But of course, there are other matters as well. It cannot lead back to Dathomir, we do not have many enemies, and we don't intend to make any. Their actions would be under you, not ours, until otherwise decided. But further is the price, for such a force is quite significant. We would need to know your payment, and if it is truly worth it." he added.

Zenon was not experienced to manipulation as perhaps Alicia was, but what he knew was negotiation, organization, and strategy. He had united a world in his lifetime through both force and convincing. And moving into the outer worlds had taken just as much caution, if not more, as he'd used within his home.

Alicia Drey,

Zenon breathed in thoughtfully, mention beyond credits. They only took credits because other people accepted them. Truthfully they preferred more unique or special materials, "Credits are useful yes, but only to others. Metals, technology, special, materials, these all have more value to us, reduces the necessity of having to find them from others. Credits will work fine, but it simply requires more comparatively." he commented with a shrug. It wasn't too unusual of a request for a planet that primarily didn't care about credits in the slightest, "There are of course, the more rare products, crystals used for lightsabers are quite useful. Useful hunting and war animals, keeping in mind we're used to using Rancor's."

He placed his hands back on his cane and awaited. Alicia Drey,

Dathomir magick could have an interesting effect on cyber crystals, able to even turn them into something called a Tainted Nightsister crystal. Creating a most unique blade, a perfect weapon that fit the mystique of the night sisters and darker witches of dathomir. Zenon did not personally have a lightsaber, though there was nothing stopping anyone, if they knew only how to make them. Dathomir even had access to some, but they were few, and with their growth, he did not believe would be enough.
He nodded his head as she mentioned having a contact, that was good. Crystals were ever so valuable, not just for lightsabers, but for so many things.

As she asked as to if they possessed knowledge on how to construct a lightsaber he had to let out a hum, "There have been some in our past who do, and perhaps we have some who do now that I am not aware of, but no, unfortunately I have yet to discover the methods involved. After all, we've always specialized in other methods. Lightsabers were a Jedi and Sith invention, one that we have yet to fully explore in spite of having so many interactions with both." he answered, of course, he knew it didn't make them any less dangerous, through use of enchanting they could make the weapons they held able to stand up to a lightsaber, and through their many magic's, that was not always even necessary, but, the knowledge on how to create them was still something that he wanted. Not for himself, he had far more powerful weapons then a mere lightsaber. But rather for others. His children perhaps, or leaders of Dathomir who wanted to experiment in the matter. The light weight of the weapon certainly fit their preference of speed.

Alicia Drey,

She was considering, that much he could tell, what exactly. The details of it exactly, he did not yet know. Eventually she did speak. She spoke of the man on Hoth named Snagg, who was the reason for her resource, and that there were terms in regards to it which she had apparently thought out. She wanted to be the intermediary, ok, understandable. And that this would grant them knowledge for how to construct their own lightsabers, as well as begin supplying them with crystals. Though small in number. And then she mentioned the further matters, what she wanted in return.

He raised his eyebrows, Eight hundred. that was quite a significant number, and of the finest. she asked. That was more something he left to the individuals. Zenon ruled the world yes, and the Reborn Night. But he preferred to allow clans to decide on matters of hiring off. And at a discounted price she asked. This was understandable that an outsider might think this a reasonable request, but even with the population of Dathomir having grown over the centuries, that was not necessarily a small force to leave. Aside from small groups or individuals, most stayed in their clan, on their home, or joined the War clan. That big of a group leaving at once was quite abnormal. Of course, no one outside Dathomir would really be expected to know this. 

And then came, a much deeper snag, a child strong in the force. His eyes instantly narrowed, and a memory returned to him, he rubbed his hand over the crystal ball on his cane, in thought before he spoke.

"This many individuals, is quite a challenge for us. We don't really tend to leave our homes often and even when we do, it's not in large quantities. That's part of why we make the droids, they allow most of us to remain on Dathomir. It's possible that eight hundred could be convinced, but you're going to need to be a little more precise on which ones. The males would be much easier to convince then the women, and of course, there are very few better melee fighters around. But the women might be a little harder to convince. Fortunately for you, you are indeed a woman, so that at least will make it easier for them to accept. But still, leaving Dathomir is not a petty thing to us. I will see what I can do, but it's important you consider the difference between the males and the females here." He said, but then, began to twirl a hand around the crystal ball, seeking deep into the past, seeking, over nine hundred years ago, revealing an individual of great influence on Zenon's life and the Reborn Night, mother Talzin, 

"The bigger issue, is the last request. You see, there has been an instant like that before, a long time ago. You might say there have been at least two, that I have knowledge of at the moment. Mother Talzin, a great influence on my own abilities and the very cane I hold, had a child strong in the force stolen from her. That child was raised by a Sith. And yet again, at a later date, a sith requested to have a student in the force, or apprentice as they call it. And one was given." He leaned forwards the images on the cane vanishing as he pressed against it eyeing the woman, "Now then, for what purpose would you use this child. And the age that you actually request. Because regardless of if I can trust you, I will not be tearing any babies from their mothers." he said. His voice was calm, he didn't know yet exactly what she was.

Whether she wanted to train the child, use it, or experiment on it, the request was highly suspect to him. It was not necessarily that he thought her a Sith Lord, but that she was either close enough, or was an errand runner for one. Or, a possibly worse conclusion, one willing to experiment on a child to learn more on the force and it's aspects. Regardless, Zenon's awareness was at it's peak now.

Alicia Drey,

He kept his eyes trained on her as she spoke about having a force sensitive beside one. There was of course, an issue with it. It was true they could learn such abilities, but unless taught, most would never truly be able to gain more then a superior intuition. Except the truly rare. She then backed onto the matter of the others, he would respond to it, but his focus was elsewhere. The reason for refusal to release a child, was for the sake of the mother. Zenon did cross lines, many of them. He'd killed his own kin to force them to join him, he'd even burned the eyes of one of his daughters when she attacked him. But there was still tradition in him, that he did not like crossing. Ultimately, most of what the clans did, the individuals, was up to them. He had to grit his teeth, he knew though, his son Garish wouldn't care. He was all for forcing everyone to obey, mostly because he wanted them all to follow the Fanged God. The child was mad, well, child was an exaggeration. He was fifty, but he'd always been that way.

"Perhaps, it's ultimately up to the individuals either way. Of course they would always be welcomed back and likely many would remain in contact with us. We're rather close, which is why leaving for more then just an assassination job is a bit of an effort. And yes, almost all of us are force sensitive, all the women are, and the men though they rarely learn or have as much power. As for education, you must keep in mind, until recently, we didn't care in the slightest about technology or anything beyond what we already had. We like the old ways, I just happened to be one to believe it best to explore beyond. Still, I shall see what I can do. I would forewarn, their choices are their own, if they leave, that is their choice. And their children may not necessarily be as powerful as their parents, Dathomir has a unique effect on the force, something few others do." he answered, but his attention went back to the child very quickly, "Then get some Zeltron, they can sense emotions and cause them. But unless taught how, force sensitives don't just get these abilities to emerge from nowhere. Intuition yes, but otherwise, very little."

Even with his resistance to the concept, an idea formed in his mind which he kept hidden, blood marking and voodoo, such useful techniques. No necessary visual connection, they could follow the child wherever they went, and if absolutely necessary, bring them to their knees. He leaned back, still with narrowed eyes, "I can...consider it. Find an unwanted child or uncaring mother, there aren't many I've met. But perhaps there is one. But, this would require something extra in return. A sign of your agreement for such an important matter, to sign in your blood, which we shall seal with a lock of your hair. Blood for blood. A deal made with more then just a shake of the hand or transaction of money." he responded.

Alicia Drey,