B E A C O N
A shot was fired, a man lay dead. Nobody of importance, not even one amounting to the status of "equal" among Sith - a mere acolyte - but this was an era of war, and a murder, an assassination perhaps, on Coruscant was not to be ignored. She observed the Chiss, a race she had observed being conquered and put down in the crushing dominion of one of the Chiss worlds. It was mildly amusing, to observe someone in a position she had once worked, trained, for. 'Ah yes, the distant memories of being trained as a Sith assassin. When you were so pathetic, so weak, when he told you that you would amount to nothing. I will never understand why you chose this position, this "Voice" as you call it, but you always have been quite the enigma.' Came the rasp commentary of the voice that continuously haunted her thoughts. Quietly, silently, she withdrew from the balcony and made her way to the turbolift - she would meet with the newcomers herself. If she found them to be enemies, then perhaps their deaths would earn her some greater weight in His eyes, but she doubted it. 'Yes, when I was still a girl.' She thought, the lift descending quickly to the base floor.
[member="Astra Zeen"], [member="Zerrene Torran"], [member="Glyph"], [member="Sarah Mist"]
[member="Astra Zeen"], [member="Zerrene Torran"], [member="Glyph"], [member="Sarah Mist"]
