Power is the key

[Keziah Denko]

Ever since the Black Healers had found her Keziah had found herself wanting more. More power, more room to work which she knew those within the One Sith were able to offer her. The woman knew that she would have to start from the bottom and work her way up but she was ready for it. She could deal with being the low man on the totem pole for awhile and learning from the greats. Keziah knew now that the little she had learned from her last master hadn't been enough. The basics were not enough and it was only now that she came to realize that.

She could curse herself for waiting so long to seek out what she really needed but in her defense the woman hadn't known what it was she truly needed until now. All the searching and wandering that she did in her life had led her to this place. This was how it was supposed to be and having been lost she could appreciate this temple now in all of it's glory.

Before arriving Keziah had found herself a Sith Lord whom was willing to share their knowledge with her. It was important she have this instead of just wandering around the temple by herself. As pretty and rich in history as it was not what Keziah had come here for. She knew what she wanted and wasn't shy when it came to asking for it.

Sighing Keziah leaned against a wall of the temple watching other Sith move about the temple. She was to meet her master here in a few minutes or whenever he decided to appear. The woman had come early because the last thing she wanted to do was show up late for their first meeting. That was not the way to start off anything.


[member="Darth Acarus"]

 

[Iroatas]

Just like in the past when he had found himself on the battlefield against the Galactic Republic, he bore an armour that had seemingly become apart of the One Sith's arsenal. It was a variant of the vonduun crab armour, and over that was a black cloak that trailed behind his steps as he walked. Despite the last few inches of it being dragged across the floor behind the charcoal Sith Pureblood, it was seemingly spotless.

There was a newly made Sith Acolyte that was looking to be taught by the rare breed of the Pureblood bloodline. He was willing to teach her, simply because she had come to him and had requested it of him. There had yet to be any battles within view the Sith Knight had taken note of, and for that sole reason he accepted. Besides, he may as well have someone listen to every order he gave, right?

The Sith Knight's steps carried him to the front of the red head, and the darkly clad male swung his head around to look upon [member="Keziah Denko"], a few minutes early as well as he looked her up and down, trying to discern whether or not her attire was fit for combat training.

"Do you have a lightsabre, girl?"

[member="Keziah Denko"]