PAX INSUL
Vesta Zambrano.
The very example of the impossible becoming reality before their eyes. It was told to the Dark Lord of the Sith and his formidable lover that the price of power meant that true life, procreation was beyond the pair. Be it her tenuous connection with reality or not. But the shackles of fate didn't restrain the Dark Titan after all nothing ever truly did, he made a reputation out of doing the impossible, turning myth into reality. Both of their combined essences were poured into one being, one entity who embodied both of them, a vessel of deception, destruction, and machiavellian cunning. A woman who embodied the Storm that her mother was known for. The death of his lover brought fortune in the life of his daughter but the galaxy she found herself thrust into? Vesta was tossed right into the fire as the Sith Empire was taken through the crucible of war. A struggle against the rising New Imperial Order, oathbreakers, traitorous dogs that betrayed everything they pledged. A galaxy more chaotic than ever with little life experience beyond what immense gifts her bloodline had afforded her and the ultimate authority of House Zambrano, the greatest Sith Dynasty and most powerful family in galactic history.
In the end the chaos had bore under her skin and events conspired that neither of them had expected, they left her broken, damaged. While disappointed in some form he would never give up on his child, she was but a newborn in this galaxy. After all she did manage to thrive in ways he didn't expect and he found himself swell with pride when she stood before the entirety of the Sith Order radiant just like her mother, the bearing of a queen, a goddess was in her blood. Alekto was still Braith Ma'at Achlys before she became Braith Zambrano. In the end when he saw her broken, struggling his mind hearkened back to the loss of his love when his psyche came crashing down and all he wanted was to wash it all away, to let his other side take over and unleash the terrors of the great beyond upon everyone and everything it was Vesta who pulled him back from the edge. So he picked her up when she fell and chose to take her home. Maena. A world far beyond the known galaxy, a western world well beyond the unknown regions all but forgotten on star charts, with only the closest guarded, ancient charts holding mere mention without location of this world. The journey alone was fraught with danger and calamity, unstable pathways meant certain death. But for a legend? For a son of Maena? Braxus Zambrano was Panatha born, but Maena made him into Ya'zid-rah Yog-Suuli Glaaki.
Maena was an untamable world. But one that he held status as a figure of mythic, legendary status. A colossal giant with a towering legacy stemming deep into the golden age and a legend spoken of in some fashion in all four horizons in the past. The Yog-Suuli Kajidic of the New World were his family, and the Hutts of the Glaaki were his blood. Nolthu the Gruesome led them in the new world, a role he officially assumed in its totality as the head after the Fathomless Abyss passed. But it was Braxus Zambrano who inherited his legendary adopted father figures old world ties, he led the kajidics old world connections. Countless centuries on Maena cemented his ties across the globe and although that great, depraved, mad world had fallen into a great slumber when the golden age died all those centuries ago, it was still his home. So it was to various estates, palaces, and others he took Vesta too during that time. To give her time to recover while he led the Sith Empire, and in secret the Kainate, a Shadow Empire decades in the making he founded alongside
Darth Carnifex
, that held close allies such as
Taeli Raaf
and others.
PRESENT DAY...
The shower of rain whipping through the hurricane winds blew against the towering frame of the Dark Lord that stood a ways behind his child, his shadow looming over her. The giant wasn't wrapped in his legendary battle plate this time, that juggernaut raiment whose inner workings constantly whirred, hissed, and wheezed. Instead he was wrapped in an ornate black robe of spidersilk accentuated by red, designs of sith runes woven over the surface. They were renown for being the robes of the Dark Lord with the metal chain around his neck bearing the jewels of Typhojem, for he was the embodiment of that darkened god of the sith. As he stepped up next to his daughter beside him something else came into view and it was revealed the chosen weapon he had brought with him. Daesumnor. A horrific runeblade - this sith greatsword of legend was a monster over six and a half feet long. It floated beside him driven as if by a mind of its own. The blade was a radiant nexus of dark power and bound to the giant. It held the souls of countless thousands of slain victims, a whos who list of formidable foes found themselves cleaved down and destroyed from powerful sith lords to jedi grandmasters.
Braith.
When his daughter had finally left Maena upon the victory of Csilla that saw the destruction of a world he was happy to see her senses returned, albeit she was different now darker. Darth Mori set upon the galaxy. She had come to her father with the belief that she knew how to revive her mother. In the beginning he was skeptical of this after all how could she possibly succeed when he failed? Braith was gone. Alekto was gone. But there was truth in what she had spoken of. Ananta was a malefic parasite composed of a patchwork of souls ground down. When he dispatched the parasite after cutting Braith out of her, there was much of Braith that didn't come. They found themselves within Daesumnor. As his daughter spoke Braxus stepped closer and placed his hand on her shoulder in a fatherly manner perhaps to dissuade any thoughts in her mind of how he perceived her, he still had faith in her. "We'll bring back part of her. I know how you've desired to meet your mother for so long my child. Just...take heed. What we find may not be what you wish it to be. What you seek are parts of the whole stolen by a parasite in the past. They have been sealed within the hell of Daesumnor with the rest ever since. Time flows differently within for those taken by it." The Dark Lord said as his runeblade floated gracefully from his side in a circle behind them turning by Vesta's shoulder and rounding back around until it floated right in front of the giant.
"Your mother wasn't always a Firrereo as you know. You have memories of her within you. She was an Alunrovaan, a living goddess and the greatest of her people. A living storm. What you may not know is that she was Firrereo because I had made her one. A genetic cancer in Alunrovaan was taking her from me before the parasite stole her away, and when I freed her I chose to recreate her form nearly identical with one exception. To give her a strong body that was unbound by the limitations of her origin." It was in small part a way to cling ever tighter to her and prevent fate from enacting its vengeance by stealing her away.
"I will do what needs to be done."
Darth Prazutis
, she knew she had to follow through with it. At least he would have her back, even if it was a woman from years before she'd embraced a Sith ideology.
