A Dreaded She-Wolf

[Almira Izlay'ti]

There were still preparations to be made, and still there were plans upon those that had to become forged. Crimson eyes peered out the large view screen before the woman, her eyes falling upon the gem of a world below. The Hera was still waiting, and its new Mistress was growing more anxious as the wait grew. There was still the chance for many things to go wrong, and she was already wanting to leave for the Unknown Regions. She could feel the Republic watching, waiting to pounce and she did not like it. ​

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Bringing her hand up, her thumb pushed a small sheet to the side, pulling up the data on the newly christened Dread Wolves. Previously they had been the Fenrir Guard, those that protected her mother. Even now though they were changing from their singular failure, one which she did not blame them for. Though she knew that it was the Colonel was the one hardest hit. He had been the driving hand for their reformation, and she knew much of him. ​

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It was the second in command that she had little knowledge of, and she wanted to change that. Almira knew that her mother had close ties to many of those whom joined her, and she wanted some semblance of that to remain. Keeping her attention forward, she nodded softly as she spoke. ​

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"Come in."​

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Her voice was low, a softer tone than the other times she was sure. It also didn't help that she had last seen many of her mother's allies and she had been throwing a fit at the time. The anger and rage over whelming any rationale thought that prevent her from acting anything less than a screaming and crying child of two. Now more composed, and stately, she took a deep breath before slowly turning to face the woman that her mother had put a large deal of trust in, an action that she was about to do as well. ​

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[member="Darth Venefica"]​

 

[Via Dolorosa]

She stood staring into the faces of five condemned men as they knelt before her. In the wake of her friend's death, she had began a campaign to round up known dissidents that were suspects to stand a round of questioning in connection to the death of the Dutchess. She took care to prevent her anger and darker emotions to overrule her common sense, preventing the wrongful execution of innocent citizens. Unfortunately for the men before her, they had been found guilty in one manner or another and sentenced to die. She had tried to talk to the Colonel about what to do, but his grief had cursed him with silence. So she took matters into her own hands, literally.​

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"The five of you have been found guilty in connection to the death of Dutchess Magrath," she began as she ignited her lightsaber. "Your deaths...."​

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Her words were cut off when one of the men spit at her, causing her to react by removing his head. ​

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"...will be an example to anyone that is foolish enough to make an attempt on the life of her daughter," she concluded.​

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Quickly she executed the men, then gave orders to the guards to remove their heads and bodies to the location where they had been rounded up. Fear would squash any more resistance and if it failed to do so, then she would just up the game. She swore to her friend that she would not allow any harm to come to her daughter; and she would make every effort to uphold that promise. Now it was time to meet the daughter in her office at the girl's request.​

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She entered the office when she heard the girl's voice and took a stance in the centre of the room, her hands clasped behind her back. Darth Venefica nodded her head in a respectful gesture.​

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"You have summoned me?"​

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[member="Almira Magrath"]​

 

[Almira Izlay'ti]

With a simple nod and a motion of her hand, she stepped away from the large screen. Her motion causing a large blast shield to slowly envelop the window before the lights began to flicker and slowly rise from their previously dim setting. It was something that she felt best done in a darker setting, admiring a world. Without the lights there was something calming about the dull glow of a world's own lights. Motioning as she moved towards a large desk in her quarters, she was beginning to tire of being stuck in orbit. ​

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Taking a seat, she set down the datapad she had held in her hands, moving it to the side. Long white hair cascaded down her back, a stark comparison to the woman's dark raven hair. For a moment Crimson red hues fell upon the woman, looking her over. She was just as her mother had described, a woman of beauty and hidden terror. The lightsaber upon her hip made the display of her figure and movements all the more intimidating. ​

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"There was something that required your presence." ​

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Almira said, always being one whom preferred to quickly come to business. Still she took the time to admire the woman that her mother had trusted, and she herself knew that this woman was already hunting down those that could have had any link to her death. Her own commander had become struck with silence, his own madness of inaction slowly turning into that of reformation as the Fenrir Guard was slowly changing into something more dangerous. ​

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Taking a moment to look back to the datapad, she once more slipped out of her seat. Standing as she moved around the large desk. Walking towards the opposite wall upon which a ceremonial double bladed vibro blade rested. With a careful grip, she lift the blade up, holding it in her hand as she looked upon it. ​

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"Kneel. For there is a gift to be bestowed upon you." ​

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[member="Darth Venefica"]​