Kassandra Zambrano
Cold Fire
It had been a very very long time since Kassandra had last set foot on Coruscant. Her family name wasn’t exactly a welcome sight in the heart of the Galactic Alliance. Fortunately for Kass however, she wasn’t really known in the public eye. Unlike the majority of her Sith-aligned family, Kassandra could (mostly) travel freely without having someone try and arrest, capture, kill, or maim her.
Not like they’d be able to do any of those to begin with.
Kass had never delved too deeply into the same dark pools as her family. Not publicly anyway. Her interests had always been more in the occult, specifically witchcraft. Dathomirians had been a major point of interest growing up, much to the chagrin of her mother. Sometimes Kassandra wondered what would have happened, if she had ever actually accepted the Ember of Vahl.
She wouldn’t have her freedom, that was for certain. Not like it was right now, where she could travel the galaxy without any chains of devotion holding her down. Her choices had led her into this lifestyle, and she wasn’t able to let that go anytime soon.
Kassandra had come to Coruscant for one reason, to find her brother Kahlil. Sometime ago she had felt something, something off. Like a flame, one familiar to her that had suddenly been extinguished. It had felt like a stab to her heart at the time, but there had never been any answers.
And then even more recently, she felt that familiar flame suddenly rekindle itself. Refreshed, revived, reborn. This time she recognized the embers to be that of her brother. One of the few that had escaped the chains of the Zambrano name.
The towering form of Kassandra strode out onto the streets of Coruscant. A majority of her form was covered in an expansive cloak, a hood concealed her head, and a mask covered her face. The only thing that was visible were a pair of mismatched eyes.
Oh, and the giant wrapped up sword that was resting on her back.
“Hmm, where are you little brother?”
Kassandra reached into her cloak, pulling out a necklace of stones. The central one began to glow with green spirit ichor, levitating for a moment before settling back down.
“I know you’re here somewhere.”
Not like they’d be able to do any of those to begin with.
Kass had never delved too deeply into the same dark pools as her family. Not publicly anyway. Her interests had always been more in the occult, specifically witchcraft. Dathomirians had been a major point of interest growing up, much to the chagrin of her mother. Sometimes Kassandra wondered what would have happened, if she had ever actually accepted the Ember of Vahl.
She wouldn’t have her freedom, that was for certain. Not like it was right now, where she could travel the galaxy without any chains of devotion holding her down. Her choices had led her into this lifestyle, and she wasn’t able to let that go anytime soon.
Kassandra had come to Coruscant for one reason, to find her brother Kahlil. Sometime ago she had felt something, something off. Like a flame, one familiar to her that had suddenly been extinguished. It had felt like a stab to her heart at the time, but there had never been any answers.
And then even more recently, she felt that familiar flame suddenly rekindle itself. Refreshed, revived, reborn. This time she recognized the embers to be that of her brother. One of the few that had escaped the chains of the Zambrano name.
The towering form of Kassandra strode out onto the streets of Coruscant. A majority of her form was covered in an expansive cloak, a hood concealed her head, and a mask covered her face. The only thing that was visible were a pair of mismatched eyes.
Oh, and the giant wrapped up sword that was resting on her back.
“Hmm, where are you little brother?”
Kassandra reached into her cloak, pulling out a necklace of stones. The central one began to glow with green spirit ichor, levitating for a moment before settling back down.
“I know you’re here somewhere.”