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[Dvasia]

Location: Floating in space, some random system.

Tag: Darth Ophidia

Spoiler: Assets and Attire

Sith Assassin Armor

Lightsaber

Sith Assassin Hidden Blades

Swarms Drones [x3]

Ship

(Days before Death, Be Not Proud)

Dvasia paced around in His Arcon Class Utility ship (the one he'd stolen from his Silver Jedi Master after he killed him for stealing his destiny from him), just waiting for something to do, a mission to complete. There was too much going on in his head, he couldn't stand not being busy.

His ships just floated in empty space on the outside of the Sith Order's new territories. Deciding he needed to occupy himself and fill the silence, he went into a room on his ship he'd designated for training. A red hologram activated, slowly changing colors and turning into a Jedi Master, his old master.

The now Sith Apprentice activated his lightsaber and engaged the hologram Jedi. He hated his old master and had not so pleasant memories of how the Silver Jedi brainwashed him to fight for them and kill his own Sith brothers. He was filled with emotions of fear and hate as he dueled the shadow of his master again. As the fight went on his moves got more aggressive, more desperate, as the fight pulled up memories and became more and more real in his mind.

He shouted in anger as he dealt the final blow and the hologram shut off. It's last expression was the same as the actual man had on his face when he died.

Sweat beaded off his whole body as he slumped over. His lightsaber deactivated as he took deep breaths, exhausted. He had prolonged the mock battle, as to savor every moment of killing his old master again. His three swarm drones looked at him as if curious from the corner.

"What?!" Dvasia asked angrily.

They turned away, like they weren't silently judging him, as if to say "Nothing,".

 

[Darth Ophidia]

So few now remembered, it would seem, the days of the One Sith. In those days of old, when the Sith held the galaxy's core in an iron grip and scattered the jedi to the four furthest corners of the galaxy. Back then, their power was absolute. In that time, her power was only beginning to grow. She would not come into her own until their mighty empire fell.

Her master, Darth Ferus, had taught her much, but there was one thing that always stood out to her:

To learn from many.

Oh she only had one master, as the Sith willed it, but she siphoned knowledge from many. It was this very doctrine of gathering, consuming and distilling power that had made her into the Sith Lord she was today: One who now conspired to topple dynasties. Now, she would seek to impart that wisdom into an apprentice.

Coordinates were sent out. The message to Dvasia was short and to the point: "Learn".

There was a mining world, he were to meet her at a set location alone. Another message was sent out just after, same coordinates, but to a master of some repute. Darth Morrow had largely evaded Darth Ophidia's closer scrutiny, but the Pale Assassin knew that she had desires if not designs to unbalance other lords of the Sith.

This would be a perfect opportunity to see what she was worth.

If she would take the bait.

 

[Darth Morrow]

Morrows plans had gone awry, her original thoughts to pay visit to each of the sitting faction lords and ladies, seeing the thoughts they had an their further ideas on how to handle their wayward enemies. It was as it always had been, the squabble for power and respect, usually in the eyes of the Sith only gained through the bloodshed of one more powerful than the assailant.

As always, the ghostly woman was unable to sit on her hands and wait, her most recent fealty with Darth Empyrean kept quiet as she continued her plots in silence; even if she had pledged loyalty to him by being nearly eradicated, she was sure he would value further intelligence.

And so an imperial shuttle halted out of hyperspace at the given coordinates, making planet fall at a short distance from the meeting place. The woman had her reservations, the thought in the back of her mind at this being her final moments always present, though, really it wouldn't be unwelcome. At her side was a newly crafted lightsaber, kyber crystal of red and black its centerpiece to form a fine yet odd blade, unlike most others. Making her way to the spot designated, she kept her eyes and ears open.

Darth Ophidia Dvasia

 

[Dvasia]

Location: Hyperspace to Undisclosed Mining World

Tags:
Darth Ophidia
Darth Morrow

Spoiler: Assets and Attire

Sith Assassin Armor

Lightsaber

Sith Assassin Hidden Blades

Swarm Drones [x3]

Ships:
Arcon-Class Utility Vessel
Huntress-Class Heavy Starfighter

As Dvasia finished his training/self-torture the wrist holocomm his master gave him and the holo-communicator in his ship's cockpit went off simultaneously. He tapped his wristcomm and small red hologram came up with coordinates and a simple message from Darth Ophidia . It said only this: "Learn".

Her apprentice knew what that meant. Either she had a mission for him or she was ready to start his formal training. Seeing as she hadn't sent her horrifying serpent familiar to confer the message, he came to the conclusion it was the latter.

The young assassin moved to the cockpit, sat in the pilot's chair and activating the hyperdrive. He had a small errand to run first before he met with his master. There was a nice new ship he'd seen the other day that he wanted. Coming out of hyperspace he flew to the dealership. He made a deal with the starship salesman and purchased a Huntress-Class Heavy Starfighter, paid for in part by trading in his old ship, the one that previously belong to his former Jedi Master.

However after he got in the new fighter and took off, his old Arcon-Class Utility Vessel detonated in a violent, fiery explosion inside the hangar, killing the starship dealer, anyone else in the building and simultaneously burned it down. Dvasia laughed wickedly as he fled the scene at high speed. He would never freely give away anything that belonged to him. There was always a cost and this way anyone who saw him there wouldn't be able to tell of the Tsis'kal's presence either. He was always sure to cover his tracks.

That was highly unnecessary, but he was a psychopath with a tendency towards unprovoked violence. Plus he needed to get rid of that old thing anyway. It held memories of a worthless dead Jedi that he'd rather leave forgotten in the past. He and the other Jedi who conspired to brainwash Dvasia weren't worthy of being remembered.

That reminded him: he still hadn't gotten around to hunting down and destroying the rest of the Jedi masters responsibility for erasing his mind and the memory of who he was, then turning him into their attack dog. They wouldn't die quietly for enslaving him to murder his own "brothers". Dvasia would love to watch their temples burn with them locked inside for their crimes as he laughed and danced in the flames.

Enough of that for now. It was time to meet with his new Sith master. Time to learn the skills and gain the power he needed for his revenge against the Silver Jedi Concord.

Setting the coordinates into his navi-computer he took off into hyperspace once more. He arrived out the other end some time later, the dusty mining world spread out before him. He plummeted through the atmosphere in his new ship, speeding toward the specific location he was given for their meeting place.

When he arrived the apprentice saw another ship, parked nearby, that he didn't recognize. He shrugged it off and kept walking, paying it no mind. If an unknown trespasser tried to mess around in Darth Ophidia's territory they would soon find a gruesome fate at her hands. She was a dark and lethal being. A serious threat, never to be underestimated. Always assume you're in constant danger any time you're anywhere near her.

However, it was more likely whoever this person was they were actually invited. He'd never heard of the fool who was bold enough to kriff with The Pale Assassin if they knew who she was.

Ophidia usually masked her Force signature, so her apprentice simply followed the unknown guest's presence to it's source, assuming she'd be there with them.

"The Phantom of Dark Halls", as he was called by those who witnessed the carnage left in his wake, fell to one knee before his master when he finally entered into her presence.

"Greetings, master. I've come, as you commanded."

 

[Darth Ophidia]

Dvasia Darth Morrow​

First came Morrow.

Darth Ophidia watched her for a moment, then two, and in the third she appeared before the Horror Queen.

Her form appeared as if she stepped out of an apparition. The very fabric of the world warped around her before snapping back into place, and there she stood: Darth Ophidia. Silks of black and grey clung to her form and whipped in the wind. However strong, the wind could not shake the deep hood from her head, nor could the sun pierce it. It cast her face in permanent, albeit shifting shade. Through the shadow, her eyes glowed like rings of molten iron.

"Darth Morrow." Her voice was dry like paper, like old mummified corpses in forgotten tombs. "Soon my apprentice will come. I wish for you to train him in a lesson of your choosing." "Will you do this for me?"

A strange ask, some would say.

Most masters were very precious about their apprentices. Still, there was wisdom in seeking knowledge from a multitude of sources. To some, the temptation to teach was far too great. To others, the ability to test the relative strength of another or punish their apprentice with a strict training regimen was worth the effort it.

When Dvasia arrived, he would find himself facing Morrow, and Ophidia standing with her back against the other Sith Lord. Both he and Morrow would, at the same time, see her facing them, but not hear a word of what was said to the other.

"Apprentice, you have arrived." "My master taught me that the wise draw from a multitude of sources. To give you a head start, I have sought a master of great renown to teach you some of what she knows." "Afford her the respect you afford me, and listen."