Mindful Education

[Ras'kala'han]

Crosslegged, the flickering, blue, holographic image was clad in simple garb: the image of humility, the opposite of reality. Once powerful in the Dark Side of the Force, it now fell to him to educate his erstwhile daughter on the usage of her stolen power, to grow and wield what he had vested in her... if only because their fates were tied together in the Force, her power his, her death quite his consignment to oblivion or utter weakness.

"So, you are being hunted? We must act quickly if you are to survive." So it would seem the Mindeater had received the information he had 'carelessly' left for him. Good. Trial by fire was the only way his blood could continue, the only way a proper Sith would be created. "Kzaevas, you are going to be made a worthy bearer of the name of the Koroosi family - there is no other option."

His voice was a whisper, the speaker of the holocom picking it up and amplifying it to be audible. He was an hours' hike deep in the wilderness, a place of assured privacy, but discretion would always be valuable. "I am going to arrange for you to receive a ship that can serve as a refuge until we can establish you within the Empire, draw on what few connections I have left to do so. This will also serve as a place to protect our artifacts and hold what new ones we find, a cache of wisdom to be drawn upon when we need it most."

"Now, know this - some things, I cannot teach you. How to well wield a blade of any sort, or fight with your hands. I was a mystic and an alchemist, not a warrior. If you want to learn these, seek a teacher, but don't dare trust them. You must only trust me, because we are bonded by blood and fate - a guarantee of our covenant. We must act in each other's best interest, but no one else is so bound, so be careful."

"Now, tell me. Are you ready to learn how to wield the power within you?"

[member="Kzaevas Vi'ze"]​

 

[Kzaevas Vi'ze]

As Kzaevas looked upon the holographic image of her supposed father, she couldn't help but stir over the thoughts of reluctance she was having. Was this truly her destined path?

No, it was pointless to challenge this circumstance thus far. Kzaevas had little knowledge of the galaxy, and it would be foolish otherwise to reject her father's wisdom. Things were happening rather hastily - events colliding one after another. The Sithspawn had no moment of respite, for that privilege was stripped away.

Without further fear over the future, Kzaevas looked to the ground for a brief second before raising her eyes to set upon the hologram.

"Yes, I am ready."

Swallowing the lump within her throat, Kzaevas withheld any suspicions of the place her only kin intended for her to go. This purpose thrust upon the woman without much consideration for her existence as a sentient with feelings or any real sovereignty.

Dejectedly staring through the hologram as the notion set in, Kzaevas turned away from the image of the figure and sighed deeply. Something had to give, something needed to make sense.

She needed her father, his guiding hand.

She had to trust him, despite any paranoia or suspicion.

She had no one else.

[member="Slayne"]