Flame and Darkness

[Darth Voyance]

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MUSTAFAR
Vader's Castle, Base of the Knights of Ren​

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Pythia's starcraft descended onto the obsidian landing pad of the black durasteel fortress. Stepping out and descending down the gangplank, Pythia's entrance onto the surface of the lava world Mustafar was met with a blast of heat and boiled air. Steam and vapors blended into a fine mist around the pad. Pythia exhaled heavily and eyed the tower before her. I never knew such a hell existed. Pythia thought. Indeed, beyond the tomb world of Korriban and her previous home as a slave within the spice bazaars of Ventooine - Pythia knew very little of the rest of the galaxy. But, there was no time for exploration or curiosity. The Dark Lord of the Sith, her master, had commanded her to this hellish ball of fire for her first trail of knighthood. Turning her head she looked down at the flowing rivers of lava. She watched the liquid flames bubble, hiss, and spit. Her dark master's words echoed in her mind. In the home of the ancient Dark Lord Darth Vader, you will find the lava crystals. Violent and fiery, it will suit your blade. Find the crystal and forge your weapon - and become a Knight. Pythia looked back to the fortress. her golden sith warped eyes traced the arches and vaulted walk ways that stood before her. This was her first step to becoming what she had desperately wanted to become - a Sith Knight. The narcotics drenched debauched dens of Ventooine now felt so far way. And yet their grip on her were still not entirely severed. With her knew weapon she would severe her past life. This she swore.

With final first impressions gathered, Pythia approached the gates. The hot winds of Mustafar blew across her hood drawn red cloaked robe and her red leather bodice tunic. Each of her steps echoed as her black boots met the steel of the platform. As she stood within in the shadow of the tower she pondered on the nature of her hosts. Knights of Ren. She continued. Master said that they referred to themselves as scions of Darth Vader. Hmm...there is still so much I do not know. Pythia crossed her arms and folded the edges of her robe over herself in a swaddling like wrap. I must learn more. I need more! Pythia's passion for knowledge and power yearned for more and willed her body to step through the threshold as the large black doors slid aside. Their mechanical screech announced Pythia's entrance into the receiving hall. There she stood and awaited further instructions from her hosts.




[NOTE: Short post is short, super blegh start my bad. Need to get back into the groove of things.]


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