Private Destined to Darkness

[Valery Noble]

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Outfit: Jedi Jumpsuit | Wedding Ring
Weapons: Lightsabers

Valery remained steady, her fiery gaze unwavering as she absorbed the unfolding chaos around her. The room pulsed with the dark energy radiating from Serina, but Valery's presence stood as a radiant beacon of calm, unyielding against the storm. The words from Aadihr and Ran reached her, but her focus remained firmly on the Padawan who had gone too far.

Her voice, calm but laced with steel, cut through the charged air. "Ran, Aadihr — ensure no other Jedi enter this room. I don't need Padawans or, Force forbid, younglings stumbling into this fight."

She turned her head slightly, her fiery eyes flicking to both Jedi. "Do what must be done. Protect them."

Without waiting for confirmation, Valery reached for her second hilt, the identical twin to the one already ignited in her hand. The hiss and hum of the violet blade splitting the air was sharp and commanding, casting twin glows that illuminated her features in stark relief. She raised both sabers, their energy crackling faintly as she brought them into a defensive stance. The twin lightsabers seemed an extension of her resolve, a physical manifestation of her unshakable will.

The Force surged around her, tangible in its strength. It rippled outward from her core like a steady pulse, a silent declaration of her power and readiness. The air seemed to grow heavier, charged with the contrast of light against the oppressive darkness that Serina wielded.

Her expression softened for a brief moment, the weight of the moment settling into her words as she addressed the wayward Padawan. "Serina," Valery began, her voice steady but tinged with sorrow. "I'm sorry it has come to this."

Her gaze locked onto the former Padawan, piercing through the chaos swirling around her. "But you've left me no choice."

With a sudden step forward, Valery's stance shifted, the twin blades humming as she brought them to bear. Her presence in the Force flared brighter, sharper — an unmistakable challenge, and a promise. This would end here, one way or another.

"Come," Valery said, her voice carrying the weight of her conviction, a final offer wrapped in the fire of her determination. "Let's finish this."

Ran Serys Aadihr Lidos ​

 

[Serina Calis]

Location: Coruscant, Jedi Temple, Restricted Archives
Tag: Aadihr Lidos Ran Serys Valery Noble ​

The violet blaze of Valery's twin sabers cut through the crimson glow of the restricted archives, their hum steady, resolute. Serina stood opposite her, the pale aqua of her lightsaber casting a ghostly light over her features, accentuating the madness in her smile and the shadows beneath her eyes. The Dark Side whispered to her, wrapping itself around her like a lover's embrace, cold and intoxicating. The whispers no longer frightened her. They didn't drive her mad—they were her.

This is it. The prophecy moves forward.

Her breathing slowed, her body unnaturally still for a moment. The whispers of the Dark Side grew louder, not in words but in a chorus of temptation, power, and inevitability. The prophecy had always been there, lurking in the corners of her mind since the moment she had died on Rakata Prime, struck down by Imperius. She no longer needed to fight it. She was the prophecy. She was the Dark Side's will made flesh, and here, in this room, she would give it form once more.

With a flick of her wrist, Serina brought her blade up in a Makashi salute, its refined and serpentine movements almost mocking. Her lips curled into a smile, her voice dripping with dark mirth and cruel allure. "You've always been a force to reckon with, Valery. A paragon of light, standing so tall, so sure. But even you can't stand against what's inevitable."

Her aqua blade dipped slightly, the tip trailing an elegant line in the air as she began to circle Valery. Her movements were precise, every step deliberate and calculated, her stance a masterful execution of Makashi's grace and control. Yet, behind her poise, her body thrummed with unnatural speed and strength, bolstered by the Dark Side puppeteering her limbs. It was no longer Serina fighting—it was something far greater, far darker, using her as its instrument.

The first strike came fast and serpentine, her blade slashing in a tight arc aimed at Valery's left side. It wasn't a strike meant to land—it was a feint, a test of the Grandmaster's defense. Her movements flowed seamlessly into the next, the blade twisting and flicking with unnerving precision as she pressed her assault. Each strike was a duel of wits and form, Makashi against the twin blades of Valery Noble.

But as the exchange intensified, it became clear that Serina wasn't seeking victory. Her attacks, as elegant and refined as they were, carried a recklessness that spoke of someone resigned to their fate. She wasn't trying to win; she was letting the Dark Side revel in the fight, letting it burn brightly before the inevitable end.