The cupboard doors were closed tightly, and locked. Inside, on the single shelf, a glass vial was resting. It was stoppered up securely, its contents hard to see in the darkness.

A key turned in the lock, and a crack of light appeared, and then the shelf was flooded with light momentarily. The doors closed, the key turned once more. The vial was gone.
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Lilaena De'Ville tucked the key back into her belt, and turned the vial over in her hands. The late afternoon sunlight caught it, and inside a single hair shimmered red. It was a short strand, but enough for it's purpose.

The taking of it was to instill fear of the unknown. And now, after nearly two years of no results, Thareena would know fear of the known. Of course, not right away, but soon enough.

That was where Arilov came into play.

She knew full well that her apprentice dabbled in genetic arts, having taken some pointers from Garrett Blade before the latter's disappearance once more into insanity, or oblivion. And now he would dabble in it for her. De'Ville's feet were taking her to his apartment in the city, and deep in her thoughts she barely realized that she wasn't taking an offical speeder. Bare feet in city streets were highly unusual, and she was a recognized figure in the City by now.

People steered clear of her path.

The Dark Jedi stopped at the door, and knocked loudly, waiting for her apprentice to show himself. It was a highly prized day off, but she knew he'd be here. Daria was off planet with Silus at the moment, and so he had no where else to be.

She knocked again.