Darth Themis
The Best of Frenemies
Came to Atrisia in: Serpent Scale (Lambda Class Shuttle)
Armed with: Divining Rod
Lightning Rod (Pink Single Bladed Lightsaber)
Wearing: Armorweave catsuit
The Lambda Class Shuttle zoomed back into real-space close to Atrisia. The shuttle was covered in Black Chromium, with Red Viewports.
She had collected Alyosha Drutin on Odessan in order to train him in a more one on one manner, the unitial plan being to present him with a great challenge located in a quiet fishing village in the rural lands of Atrisia that would force him to draw on The Force more than his standard weaponry, as well as start spreading their still quite short tendrils of influence. She knew of some quite potent dangers in that place to test on her new Apprentice. But she didn't like where her visions were taking her.
She had been murdered on Atrisia by Darth Phyre, when she was still trying to be Moya De Lifte for her family. Her spirit had burned in agony within the lake of Black Fire for ages.
But she sensed something important was to happen here. She just didn't know what. But nonetheless, it was a good place to take Alyosha to train. Atrisia, despite the trauma she associated with it, was a place of great power and strength within the Force.
Themis, wearing a skintight reflective black armorweave catsuit had been quite silent on the trip. Mostly she meditated, her unease in the Force ever present. There was no point in trying to hide it. Alyosha would sense it eventually. The interior of her shuttle had once belonged to a Sith, but she had stripped it down to mostly Utilitarian features, gone was its opulence. Now it was filled with drawings. Drawings of people and places she had not yet seen and met, and might never see or meet.
Themis hadn't really spoken, the very knowledge she was going back to the place she had died bringing back all sorts of trauma and insanity she was having to fight down. She wasn't hostile or rude to Alyosha...that would have been simply counter-productive. But she simply wasn't able to bring herself to really speak beyond polite, if terse answers. The painful reminder of her family would always be tied to Atrisia.
She had taken over piloting the craft once it was in the Atrisia System. At last she really decided to speak up, her tone grim as usual.
"I dunno if you ever been to Atrisia, Alyosha. Beautiful land. Terrible secrets. A place of power...whose well you shall learn to draw from. Plenty of danger here. Shinobi attacks are fun though, easily worth a solid fifty experience points each." She joked in an almost mirthless manner, bordering on sarcasm but not quite.
"I'm just joking...they're worth a hundred..." she added dryly as the ship descended through the atmosphere.
"There are many places in this world to practice our will on. Nexuses, ancient libraries. The offices of its politicians...a little fishing village with a terrible secret...but first, I'm tired of the fething ship supplies and I want Sushi." The Sith muttered, trying to keep her mood from being overly severe as she landed the shuttle in the capital city on a landing pad she had rented out beforehand. A regular Sith would not have to worry about her mood affecting an apprentice. But being the kind of heretic she was took effort. More than you might think.
Themis rose, grabbing her nearby spear, hating to be parted from it more than she had to be, and departed the shuttle ahead of Alyosha to head to the customs office. The workers there struggled not to gawk at the shapely, youthful figure, her light-mutated bronze and green eyes narrowing in annoyance as they detected the weapons she and Alyosha had on them.
"You need to register these weapons before we can admit you two..." they said.
Themis flicked her hand lazily in front of them "No you don't." she chirped back not a second later, in no mood for red tape. She already regretted coming to this place.
"No we don't." They repeated mindlessly.
Themis didn't say a word further as they let her and her apprentice pass out into the still damaged city, which had suffered a horrific invasion by the Sith Lord Mythos. Some skyscrapers had not been fully repaired. That it looked even this good was testament to the rapid recovery ability of the economic engine. Enough so that a few restuarants had reopened. But the trauma was present on everyone's faces. The dark awfulness of it bled in the Force like a bad sore, bodies still being pulled from the rubble in some areas she passed by.
"Observe it all, Alyosha, for this is the Chaos I oppose..." Themis spoke, eyes swepping across marred streets and emotionally beaten faces. "This is the horror of The Dark Side. Perhaps you will come to understand why I oppose it."
Themis however spotted a Sushi bar and immediately broke into a jog for it, her stomach rumbling, much of the city looking like she felt on the inside as she went inside, bidding Alyosha to follow. The food would help distract all the bile from past trauma.
"I'm buying..." she said to him, still in that grim, terse manner. She hated not being able to be quite as friendly as she could when she had been a fake Jedi, but no matter how she tried, she could not quite summon even the ability to fake that level of friendliness. It was a fact that left her quite hollow and miserable from within, as Alyosha might have been the sort she'd have tried to recruit for The De Lifte Family. He likely had as many demons as she did. But the food would temporarily distract. It was probably the best way for her to actually even try to lower her guard emotionally around her apprentice.
The Sushi bar was clean and sterile, with wood furnishings and paneling everywhere, murals of ancient Atrisian fishermen on boats wirh spears thrusting into turbulent, churning waters. An ancient melody played on the speakers.
She ordered four plates of the most expensive Sushi they had, whatever Drutin ordered and had sat down down right at the counter and watch it be prepared by the chef on the other side when she heard a name that caught her off guard to her left.
"Moya?!"
Themis stopped, slowly turning to stare in confusion at the woman who had walked in.
She was dressed in black, spiky biker leathers, her raven black hair in a loose, messy, short cut, skin as pale as a tombstone, a beautiful sculpted face marred by shrapnel scars located mostly at the forehead.
"Howwz...howwz arr yooz..." the strange woman stuttered. But Themis had already put it together.
The pale skin was like that of her mother, who she had felt and watched die horribly at the hand of Darth Phyre, the same as her father had.
It was funny...not one moment of this had popped up at all in her vision, the great power of the spiky jacket wearing woman like a torchlight in the Force.
"Your name is Crownwraithe..." Themis said slowly. "Julia Crownwraithe..."
(Clip of Bond Theme plays.)
Themis, mentally unstable enough to detect the OOC music darted her head about in confusion for a few seconds, searching for the source before focusing back on the girl who had gone even paler than seemed possible at hearing that name.
"Whoo arrz yooz?" The woman spoke quietly.
"We would be honored...if you would join us..." Themis spoke.
Armed with: Divining Rod
Lightning Rod (Pink Single Bladed Lightsaber)
Wearing: Armorweave catsuit
The Lambda Class Shuttle zoomed back into real-space close to Atrisia. The shuttle was covered in Black Chromium, with Red Viewports.
She had collected Alyosha Drutin on Odessan in order to train him in a more one on one manner, the unitial plan being to present him with a great challenge located in a quiet fishing village in the rural lands of Atrisia that would force him to draw on The Force more than his standard weaponry, as well as start spreading their still quite short tendrils of influence. She knew of some quite potent dangers in that place to test on her new Apprentice. But she didn't like where her visions were taking her.
She had been murdered on Atrisia by Darth Phyre, when she was still trying to be Moya De Lifte for her family. Her spirit had burned in agony within the lake of Black Fire for ages.
But she sensed something important was to happen here. She just didn't know what. But nonetheless, it was a good place to take Alyosha to train. Atrisia, despite the trauma she associated with it, was a place of great power and strength within the Force.
Themis, wearing a skintight reflective black armorweave catsuit had been quite silent on the trip. Mostly she meditated, her unease in the Force ever present. There was no point in trying to hide it. Alyosha would sense it eventually. The interior of her shuttle had once belonged to a Sith, but she had stripped it down to mostly Utilitarian features, gone was its opulence. Now it was filled with drawings. Drawings of people and places she had not yet seen and met, and might never see or meet.
Themis hadn't really spoken, the very knowledge she was going back to the place she had died bringing back all sorts of trauma and insanity she was having to fight down. She wasn't hostile or rude to Alyosha...that would have been simply counter-productive. But she simply wasn't able to bring herself to really speak beyond polite, if terse answers. The painful reminder of her family would always be tied to Atrisia.
She had taken over piloting the craft once it was in the Atrisia System. At last she really decided to speak up, her tone grim as usual.
"I dunno if you ever been to Atrisia, Alyosha. Beautiful land. Terrible secrets. A place of power...whose well you shall learn to draw from. Plenty of danger here. Shinobi attacks are fun though, easily worth a solid fifty experience points each." She joked in an almost mirthless manner, bordering on sarcasm but not quite.
"I'm just joking...they're worth a hundred..." she added dryly as the ship descended through the atmosphere.
"There are many places in this world to practice our will on. Nexuses, ancient libraries. The offices of its politicians...a little fishing village with a terrible secret...but first, I'm tired of the fething ship supplies and I want Sushi." The Sith muttered, trying to keep her mood from being overly severe as she landed the shuttle in the capital city on a landing pad she had rented out beforehand. A regular Sith would not have to worry about her mood affecting an apprentice. But being the kind of heretic she was took effort. More than you might think.
Themis rose, grabbing her nearby spear, hating to be parted from it more than she had to be, and departed the shuttle ahead of Alyosha to head to the customs office. The workers there struggled not to gawk at the shapely, youthful figure, her light-mutated bronze and green eyes narrowing in annoyance as they detected the weapons she and Alyosha had on them.
"You need to register these weapons before we can admit you two..." they said.
Themis flicked her hand lazily in front of them "No you don't." she chirped back not a second later, in no mood for red tape. She already regretted coming to this place.
"No we don't." They repeated mindlessly.
Themis didn't say a word further as they let her and her apprentice pass out into the still damaged city, which had suffered a horrific invasion by the Sith Lord Mythos. Some skyscrapers had not been fully repaired. That it looked even this good was testament to the rapid recovery ability of the economic engine. Enough so that a few restuarants had reopened. But the trauma was present on everyone's faces. The dark awfulness of it bled in the Force like a bad sore, bodies still being pulled from the rubble in some areas she passed by.
"Observe it all, Alyosha, for this is the Chaos I oppose..." Themis spoke, eyes swepping across marred streets and emotionally beaten faces. "This is the horror of The Dark Side. Perhaps you will come to understand why I oppose it."
Themis however spotted a Sushi bar and immediately broke into a jog for it, her stomach rumbling, much of the city looking like she felt on the inside as she went inside, bidding Alyosha to follow. The food would help distract all the bile from past trauma.
"I'm buying..." she said to him, still in that grim, terse manner. She hated not being able to be quite as friendly as she could when she had been a fake Jedi, but no matter how she tried, she could not quite summon even the ability to fake that level of friendliness. It was a fact that left her quite hollow and miserable from within, as Alyosha might have been the sort she'd have tried to recruit for The De Lifte Family. He likely had as many demons as she did. But the food would temporarily distract. It was probably the best way for her to actually even try to lower her guard emotionally around her apprentice.
The Sushi bar was clean and sterile, with wood furnishings and paneling everywhere, murals of ancient Atrisian fishermen on boats wirh spears thrusting into turbulent, churning waters. An ancient melody played on the speakers.
She ordered four plates of the most expensive Sushi they had, whatever Drutin ordered and had sat down down right at the counter and watch it be prepared by the chef on the other side when she heard a name that caught her off guard to her left.
"Moya?!"
Themis stopped, slowly turning to stare in confusion at the woman who had walked in.
She was dressed in black, spiky biker leathers, her raven black hair in a loose, messy, short cut, skin as pale as a tombstone, a beautiful sculpted face marred by shrapnel scars located mostly at the forehead.
"Howwz...howwz arr yooz..." the strange woman stuttered. But Themis had already put it together.
The pale skin was like that of her mother, who she had felt and watched die horribly at the hand of Darth Phyre, the same as her father had.
It was funny...not one moment of this had popped up at all in her vision, the great power of the spiky jacket wearing woman like a torchlight in the Force.
"Your name is Crownwraithe..." Themis said slowly. "Julia Crownwraithe..."
(Clip of Bond Theme plays.)
Themis, mentally unstable enough to detect the OOC music darted her head about in confusion for a few seconds, searching for the source before focusing back on the girl who had gone even paler than seemed possible at hearing that name.
"Whoo arrz yooz?" The woman spoke quietly.
"We would be honored...if you would join us..." Themis spoke.