"I am not sure that destiny can be changed. If you are meant to do something or something is meant to happen, then somehow, it will." Ilanah looked down and began writing again. She hoped that he would be able to read it. "I'm here for a reason." She said as she finished writing for another moment. "I think I am supposed to be here with you." She said before she continued her translation of the journal. The symbols were coming easier to her now, with or without the first amulet.

"Oh..." Ilanah paused briefly before she brought her gaze up to meet his. "There should be a third one, in the tomb, along with what you seek. Will you find it for me?" She asked before she finally pulled her hand gently, albeit a bit reluctantly, away from his. Every time he touched her, her skin felt like it was on fire....like she could feel the power he had and it was tingling like flames racing through her veins. It was exciting and unnerving at the same time.

Ilanah sat the datapad aside then, not moving even a hair from him as she did. "I...." She paused as she looked down for a moment and then back up into his eyes. "I would like to know more about you. " Ilanah said aa she fidgeted with her fingers quietly. "It might help. " She added quickley, as if it would make a difference to the Sith.

"I'm originally from Kiffu. If you don't know anything about our race, we have been gifted with the ability to read the memories from objects, even formerly alive objects. This is called Psychometry. Nearly every Kiffar has this ability. Then, eventually I was taken in by a Jedi Master. I was only five at that time. A lot of Jedi and Sith would come to our planet to 'harvest' the younger of us. Kiffar are strong in the Force. I was taken back to train at the Academy. They told me I was a good student, but obviously it didn't turn out the way that they wanted it. When I was old enough, I became a Padawan and began to take on missions with my Master who was a Jedi Knight. During one of our missions, he was gunned down by mercenaries. I was enraged and struck down each and every one of them. I returned to the Academy, but was kicked out for my act of violence. The Jedi left a bitter taste in my mouth, and it was only increased when I came across a Sith Lord on Tattoine. There, he trained me in the ways of the Dark Side for years, until I was eighteen. It was then, that he sent me out on my own. I found the Sith Imperium, joined their ranks, and slowly worked my way up till I was the Apprentice of the Dark Lord, like Jead'en is now." He paused for a moment. The next part was really where he took his power and became the Dark Lord that he is now.

"One night, my Master, was sleeping. I had slipped a drug into his drink earlier in the day that would knock him out at night. I went into his chambers, with my lightsaber in hand. The blade ignited and plunged right through his heart. I left him there to be found in the morning. It was then, after he had been found slain, I took his position as the Dark Lord of the Sith four years ago. Anyone that didn't want to follow me was killed. The only few that did are either hiding or with us now." He stopped to let her have everything sink in and for any questions she might have.

"Dark Lord of the Sith....the most powerful in the galaxy....for the moment." She murmured as she reached for her datapad, then withdrew her hand and left it laying.

"How far are we from our destination?" Ilanah asked as she pulled herself to her feet and smoothed her hands over her silk gown.

She turned away from him and swept the datapad up off of the bed into her hand before she switched it off and deposited it on the desk.

"We should be arriving within the hour. If you want to set foot off the ship, you might want to get your things in order and prepare yourself for whatever might come our way..." He turned and walked out of the room. The fact that she brought up him not living forever started to eat at his mind. There had to be a way. At least a way to prolong it. He headed down the corridor, heading for the bridge. He could feel the presence of the Dark Side approaching as they drew nearer to Dxun...

So quickly and quietly she gathered the journal and her datapad, along with bot amulets. The second one was talking the second she wrapped her hand around it, and she stuffed it down into the small satcel that she had placed the journal in and the slung it around her shoulder. It was only then that she would wander from her room and towards where the ramp would lower when they would land.