Conceited
| [member="Viktor DuSang"] |
Avedia Lacroix was waiting. A standard day had passed since the Dark Lord had met with [member="Darth Veles"]. The quarters was the same as it been when the bulbous Mon Calamari had arrived aboard the First Order Star Destroyer that Avedia had taken residence upon. As it had gone the night before, Avedia wore a dark robe. She had the hood raised, concealing her facial features from view, save for the silhouette of her mouth and the piercing yellow eyes that hung beneath the cowl of her robe. Her legs were wrapped together at the edge of the bed, and standing in the center of the room was the plinth, where Darth Revan's Sith Holocron rested. The glass orb, and dark velvet sheet that protected the small red pyramid were laid beside the plinth, waiting to be put back into place.
Unlike the previous night, Avedia had a Lightsaber resting on her lap. She remained undecided if she would use the weapon, at least for it's primary purpose. When Avedia had first been introduced to the Mon Calamari known as Avreet, she had felt the power residing in the amphibian. And her instincts to play the game as if they were on a level playing field, without the introduction of a weapon, had served her well. More than Revan's secrets had been revealed in this room. This time, however, Avedia would make it clear that there was a gulf between herself and the Knight of Ren, who had been invited to join her that evening.
Involuntarily, she felt like walking. Doing something, other than sitting there, waiting for Viktor to arrive. Although she would never admit it in front of Veles, she was excited. She wanted things to happen then and now, rather than the slow, careful, methodological approach that she knew she would have to take if she was to ever see the imperative come to fruition. So Avedia waited, and remained still, allowing the rage within her to sate itself with violent images of what she would do to the enemies that she oh so loathed.
Avedia Lacroix was waiting. A standard day had passed since the Dark Lord had met with [member="Darth Veles"]. The quarters was the same as it been when the bulbous Mon Calamari had arrived aboard the First Order Star Destroyer that Avedia had taken residence upon. As it had gone the night before, Avedia wore a dark robe. She had the hood raised, concealing her facial features from view, save for the silhouette of her mouth and the piercing yellow eyes that hung beneath the cowl of her robe. Her legs were wrapped together at the edge of the bed, and standing in the center of the room was the plinth, where Darth Revan's Sith Holocron rested. The glass orb, and dark velvet sheet that protected the small red pyramid were laid beside the plinth, waiting to be put back into place.
Unlike the previous night, Avedia had a Lightsaber resting on her lap. She remained undecided if she would use the weapon, at least for it's primary purpose. When Avedia had first been introduced to the Mon Calamari known as Avreet, she had felt the power residing in the amphibian. And her instincts to play the game as if they were on a level playing field, without the introduction of a weapon, had served her well. More than Revan's secrets had been revealed in this room. This time, however, Avedia would make it clear that there was a gulf between herself and the Knight of Ren, who had been invited to join her that evening.
Involuntarily, she felt like walking. Doing something, other than sitting there, waiting for Viktor to arrive. Although she would never admit it in front of Veles, she was excited. She wanted things to happen then and now, rather than the slow, careful, methodological approach that she knew she would have to take if she was to ever see the imperative come to fruition. So Avedia waited, and remained still, allowing the rage within her to sate itself with violent images of what she would do to the enemies that she oh so loathed.
