Deonis slumbered somewhat fitfully with everything on his mind but slumber he did oblivious to the world around him. Tossing and turning on hos too small bed with no frame his legs on the bare ground with a thin blanket also too small for him.

As he slept..

[Perception vs Daunting, if successful you stir enough to wake and notice a presence.]

Slumbering Deonis noticed nothing strange around

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D6 who watchin me sleeps: 2eA+4eD 2 failures, 1 threat

Removing a glove, they reach down and place a couple fingers gently on his forehead as to not wake him. As likely to wrest him from his sleep as this might be there were other forces at work. Closing their eyes they took a deep breath and witnessed. Smiling, they bring their hand lower and brush his cheek gently- just enough to cause him to begin to stir as they walk some steps away toward the door.

Waiting there and watching for him to wake.

feeling the touch he was pulled from his troubled sleep, immediately realizing someone was in there with him he rolled making space from the person and landed in a crouched combat stance looking for his sword his yellow eyes looking at the person who woke him.

Standing before him, wreathed in shadow, was a figure in the dark with a stylish sense of combat wear, hooded to conceal her features. "What troubles you so, Deonis? I wonder, what does a hunter like you wrestle with in their sleep so.." she spoke with a slower cadence than most, she reveled in it. Yet, despite all the effort to conceal herself the voice was one that was intimately familiar in his past.

The 12th Sister.

"I'm not here to kill you. Not tonight, anyway," she said, an easing tone in her voice. Notably, his blade would not be found in its usual place.

he glowered at her "How did you find me?" while her voice may have been easy and calculated his was tense and mixed with a number of emotions. few of them good.

he slowly rose but didn't fully drop his guard. Without his sword she could likely kill him at any moment if she wanted to better if he could keep her talking "You here to bring me in?"

"Not tonight," she smiled, the white of her teeth shining in the bit of light that managed into the room. Walking a few steps away, adding to her dramatic flair, the steps echoed in the space. "You aren't the only Brother we are missing, and you're not even the only one on Bellionas. Why you both chose such a horrid place is beyond me," she sighs, "but- your choices never really were that great, were they?"

"No.. I do enjoy the hunt, unlike my impatient counterpart, the stalking.. the waiting.. the patience leading up to the kill but.. I want it to be fun," she tosses something down by his feet. "Next time we meet?" she says. Turning around, she smiles and exits the door.

Deonis frowned watching her leave. She always was more of a Nexu than a person, toying with her food. He looked to the ground to see what she had thrown to him.

It was his lightsaber.

He picked up the large metal cylinder, the sleek black metal cool in his hands. Emotions rushed through him, relief the most immediate but humiliation and anger at the insult she offered by giving him the weapon. He looked down at it for a moment the memories of what it meant swirling in his head combined with seeing 12th sister brought so many flashes. Memories of his last life, of training of missions, of hunts.

A deep breath a past life His hand tightened over it and he closed his yellow eyes focusing on the problem at hand not letting his anger drive him into action.

Another inquisitor was here, another "lost brother" she said someone else who realized the mistake of the inquisition? but who? No one he has recognized certainly. He also needed to warn his allies about inquisitors on the planet.

He had much to do. But for now, sleep.