No Emotions, No Conscience, Only Orders [A. Cloak]

[Evelyn]

/-- Target Search for Aevenon Cloak ...
- Search Failed ... Search System shutting down.

Evelyn looked around the place, her home. It was messy, just like the way she had left it a few months back, before being kidnapped, experienced on and turned into an equipment, a battle merchandise. Evelyn stepped up to the large open window, and stood on the lower frame, her right hand raising to lean against the side. Where was he ? The man she gave up her wild life for, it seems, according to the files, in her head. Why did she need to search for him ? Perhaps it was to show him that the Evelyn he knew was still alive, yet no more. Either way, she was there. It was now just a matter of time.

[Aevenon Cloak]

A grim smile was on Aevenon’s lips.

He always smiled, no matter what he felt. It was a habit he had developed around Evelyn, to mask whatever concerns he might have. Truthfully, however, it was unlikely that he was ever troubled by anything, but none the less he maintained this guise to assure Evelyn of her safety.

Right now, he stood at the woman’s door. For some time now he had not felt her presence here, but it seemed as though she had return – though was changed. He could not sense why or how, but something was out of the ordinary.

knockknock

[Evelyn]

True. Aevenon's smile would light up her day, unlike her. Smiling was something unknown. She heard a knock on the door. Turning around slowly, she stepped down from the window and marched towards the door. Her heels made a soothing sound on the floor, an even rhythm. Finally, it stopped in front of the door. Her eyes seeing through the entrance, she detected that it was him. /-Search Target ID ... ID matches with Aevenon Cloak, Dark Jedi.

"Are you Aevenon Cloak, son of Slayn Cloak, Dark Jedi of the Black Hand ?" She questioned, in a monotone voice.

[Aevenon Cloak]

Cloak gave a soft nod of his head as he now saw a visible, and heard an audible, difference in Evelyn.

I am, he replied into her mind.

[Evelyn]

A voice rang in her mind, but it was all blurred up, all ripped apart. The data and source couldn't be read, giving in only mumurs that were hard to understand. That made Evelyn squint her crimson eyes and gave her a little shock to the system. She lifted a black-gloved hand and opened the door, without stepping out of the way to invite him in.

"Greeting, Aevenon Cloak, son of Slayn Cloak and Dark Jedi of the Black Hand."