Lothal

[Darth Ferus]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d6BtIzHxC-Q​

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[member="Darth Venefica"]​

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The name ran through the head of the Sith Lord as he slowly walked through the sands of Lothal. She had been a beautiful ally of his, a friend who helped him simply exist. It was her and his own Alchemy that created this body, but without her he wouldn't of been able to succeed. He owed her his very 'breath', though he did not need to breath. Which is why he was here today. An old hidden Jedi Temple existed out here in the sands, one he wanted to find, or so he told the others. In reality, that was only frosting to the cake. What he wanted was a chance to speak with the would be traitor to the Sith himself.

Red eyes from his black cloak looked upwards. His form was but a wispy shadow, no hint of skin to be seen, no features to be admired. All there was was that red gaze. They glee as he scanned the skies, hoping to see some sign of her ship. He was almost to the meeting area, and it was almost time for them to meet. A new sensation built up within him. Was it nerves? Was he nervous to see this woman again?

Or was he nervous he would have to kill her?

 

[Via Dolorosa]

The first thing her Master taught her was abandonment, the second was favouritism over pitting one Apprentice against another. Where her former Master had chosen a better Apprentice over her, it was how she learned to kill, maim, and manipulate her way to the top. She was not only good at what she did, it was how she rose above those that were far beyond the definition of the word ignorance. A lost girl from the swamps of Dagobah held no appeal to the One Sith, except maybe just another pawn in their crooked game of holochess.​

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Then evolution kicked in. From day one she knew she never fit in the clay animation that was the One Sith, but in heart she yearned for companionship. But in all things real, only a f foolish Sith would dream of equality, as was the words preached from the usurpers. Oh yes, at one time she held the mantle of Voice of the Dark Lord, until she deciphered his true words, and listened how he cried for his beloved Sith. But his redemption was beyond what little mercy she held for her one time lover. Oh yes, there was a fleeting moment of love between them, how he craved her haunting curves to claim as his own, and how she craved to see his head floating as bait in the swamps of Dagobah.​

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There could only be one correct truth.​

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A great schism occurred between the One Sith and the Sith Lady, where she spoke her mind and those that wished to follow the guidance of a weak Dark Lord down the path of extinction had voted and branded her a traitor. The word traitor meant nothing to her, because as they squabbled to consolidate themselves as one cohesive entity, she had evolved into something far more dangerous than they could have realized.​

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So when her friend, Lord Ferus, was doing the bidding of the juice drinking infidels, she spent time honing her craft. The last time they were in each other's presence, she felt a love for her friend, even sacrificing her life for him. She was, at the time, a weak alchemist, and now she was no mere alchemist but a necromancer, hell bent on one course of action; the complete and utter destruction of the only family she had ever loved. ​

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And yet through all the turmoil, she stilled loved her friend. So she was enroute to Lothal.​

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[member="Darth Ferus"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

There it was, the temple. A small outcrop of rock with smaller rocks all in a perfect circle. The lightside was prominent here, and it already began to sicken him. Not enough to warrant his leave, but enough for him to wonder if [member="Darth Venefica"] was going to show up. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he sat before it, beginning to channel the dark. Here he would wait, concentrating to destroy this fragile light.