Who Am I?
Dromund Kaas was a dangerous place to be. Be it Sith Remnants, Crusaders, Imperials, the Alliance, even just bounty hunters; there were threats galore. Alina had no intention of ever returning home, but the news her family's estate was burned to the ground had her wanting to see it herself. The ruins. What happened. She did her best to hide from sight, taking a shuttle, blending into the crowd as best she could. Though her deathly pale skin did little to truly hide her.
But that mattered little as she finally arrived to what remained. The massive estate, where her family had hoarded secrets of the Sith for centuries upon centuries, not even ash remained now. Rain had washed away the ruins. Only the foundation was left. Her eyes narrowed as she walked among the ruins. Flashes of her childhood, of her tortured existence, flashed through her mind. Where her mother once tried to force her connection to the Force to work through lightning. The experiments to rekindle what had been lost before she was even born. The look of disappointment in her mother's eyes as she gave up on her daughter.
The cold, lifeless eyes after Alina had torn her throat out.
She stood in the middle of the foundation, where the stairs once lead to an impressive collection of artifacts. Now barren, ruined. Was she responsible? Was this her fault? Was there anything for her to actually feel guilty about? She'd left the Sith behind, this wasn't her responsibility. Yet here she was, looking through what remained.
Darth Empyrean