Public Korriban : Rituals of a Queen?

[Elian Mareth]

"Then let the war end."

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori laughs once—short, cold, pained.

"Naïve as ever."

 

[Elian Mareth]

"No.

I’ve killed. I’ve lied. I’ve failed my order more than once."

(pauses)

But I’ve never looked into someone’s soul and seen this much pain dressed as purpose."

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori turns back to him. Her voice shakes—not with weakness, but with the burden of her own myth.


"They need me to finish this,

To unmake the binary."

"To destroy good and evil so they stop choosing sides and start living."

 

[Elian Mareth]

"Then teach them.

But don’t damn them."

(steps closer)

"And don’t damn yourself, Zori. Not just because you think you were born to."

 

[Zori Galea]

"What if I don’t know how to stop?"

 

[Elian Mareth]

"Then let me remind you."

"Let me be the tether that pulls you back before you lose everything… even me."

 

[Zori Galea]

She closes her eyes again. And for the first time—she leans into him, forehead to chest, breath soft.

But then—


(whispers)

Or maybe I’ll just pull you down with me.

 

[Zori Galea]

THE SPINE TOWER – COUNCIL CHAMBER (The next night)

The massive circular chamber hums with arcane energy. Sith disciples line the perimeter, cloaked in dark reds and blacks, their faces lit by the glowing runes carved into the floor.

At the center stands GENERAL VELETH RAYNE, restrained but not broken. Kneeling. Her chin high. Her eyes defiant.

Across from her, on a raised dais, stands ZORI, now fully clad in her ceremonial Sith regalia—obsidian armor detailed with violet crystal veins that pulse faintly with her emotion.

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"Let this be remembered.

The line between concern and insubordination is thin… and sharpened by ambition."

​

 

[Zori Galea]

Veleth remains silent, but her glare cuts through the chamber.

"You saw vulnerability.

And assumed I had faltered."

"What you failed to grasp was that control—true control—requires more than fear.

It requires intimacy."

 

[Zori Galea]

Gasps and whispers ripple through the ranks.

Zori steps down, slowly, circling Veleth like a serpent. She stops just behind her.


(softly utters the words)

"You wanted a monster.

I will give you one."

She raises her hand—not to strike, but to twist the Force around Veleth’s mind. Her eyes flash yellow as Veleth’s knees buckle—a silent, bloodless punishment. No violence. Just raw, mental fracture.

"Leave her alive.

Let her remember what faith feels like when it’s burned."


Veleth collapses, trembling but breathing. The guards drag her away without a word. The disciples bow.

 

[Elian Mareth]

OBSIDIAN WALKWAY – LATER THAT NIGHT

​

ELIAN watches from a high balcony, hidden in the shadows of a cracked column. His expression is dark, unreadable.

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori steps out alone, walking into the cool wind. She stops—aware he’s there, even without seeing him.


"Are you going to run to your Council now?"

 

[Elian Mareth]

Elian steps forward, face grim.

"I haven’t decided yet."

 

[Zori Galea]

"Then they’ve already lost you.

They won’t accept what you are becoming."

 

[Elian Mareth]

"And you would?"

 

[Zori Galea]

"I already do."

 

[Elian Mareth]

A pause. He walks closer, almost within reach.

"What did you do to her?"

 

[Zori Galea]

"What had to be done.

Would you have preferred I killed her?"

 

[Elian Mareth]

"No…

But you wanted me to see it. Didn’t you?"