Private That Endless Hunger

[Darth Nwul]

The scent of ozone and burned hair filled the air, the faint twitching and spasms of a being in the last moment's of their life thrashed in the shadows cast by the sconces set around the room. Two lines stood in the room, one on the north side, the other on the south. One shrank as the other grew. The ones on the south wall watched the display in the center of the room with a mixture of horror, fascination, and even begrudging jealousy. The ones on the north wall, wept.

Plap!

The body hit the floor, another soon-to-be corpse, left brain dead by the hungry might of the beast feeding on them. The mindless husk twitched and let out a whimpering breath, fingers grasping mindlessly at the lightsaber that rolled from it's fingertips. The dying Jedi gurgled as red light began to rise from the body causing it to wither visibly. Soon, all that was left of the once proud jedi was a dessicated husk, a mummified corpse. A pair of golden eyes gleamed in the well lit room, pale skin gave way to a white-toothed smile. Darth Nwul, Shasot'ari, in their female form, stood above the body as her fingers curled and bent, going through the motions of the drain-vitality technique.

"Those of you who have chosen life, take the remaining prisoners back to their cells and then report back to this sanctuary. I will return with your instructions," Nwul said softly, lowering her hand to her side.

One of the fallen Jedi who had sworn fealty in exchange for their life, swallowed, "And the body, my Lady?"

Nwul glanced at him, the twi'lek male was trembling, his will broken and if the pressure mounted, so too would his mind. Nwul couldn't have that. She would reshape him just as she'd done the others. She gave him a gracious smile, "He died a Jedi, he should be allowed a Jedi funeral. I will have the body burned in the appropriate manner," She said gently and drifted across the floor as if she had no feet to speak of, only seeming to glide wherever she went. Despite that, her body smoothly wove with the strutting elegance of a model. She stopped at the twi'lek and took his chin, "You have a spine, speaking unpromted," She leaned her head forward to look him directly in the eyes, "I like that."

She released him and waved her hand, the fallen jedi moving quickly to escort their one-time-allies back into their cells. She watched them go, noting the last to make their way through the door out of the sanctuary. His emotions were filled with tension, resignation, and determination. A man about to do something brave, or stupid. She smiled and whispered a spell in his direction before drifting back towards the exit of the sanctuary. From there she went up and back through the Garden of Lies where a droid approached her.

"GREAT PROPHET, THE IMPERIAL NOBLEWOMAN Alina Tremiru APPROACHES, SHE HAS COME TO MEET WITH THE MASTER."

Nwul's eyes brightened and her lips parted with a delighted laugh, "Make sure dinner is prepared for us, something small but decadent. I know what kind of hearty meals she truly prefers and I just happened to finish softening up some morsels for her," Nwul chuckled, rubbing her chin, "Yes, do that, Is she in the Throne Room?"

"LADY TREMIRU AWAITS YOU THERE, GREAT PROPHET."

Nwul nodded and drifted away through the doors and up into the private hallways of her residence within the Restored Palace. The dark stone walls decorated with gold and red, tapestries depicting the glories of Sith and the Imperials lining every surface. Statues and guards standing in silent vigil. Nwul found the doors to the Throne room and with a gesture they opened, she drifted inside. Nwul, in their female form, was a monstrous beauty. Her molten golden eyes glowed brightly like an eldritch or demonic beast over her wide smile decorated with pale lipstick. Her black hair whipped around her as if caught in the wind or water as did her dress made of the finest silks, lined with gold and red glowing gems. She drifted slowly into the room, her smile playful despite the weight of her presence being broadcast around her. She did not look at Alina, rather staring straight ahead until she stopped at the steps before the throne before turning to approach it. She stopped at the Throne and turned around before slowly easing herself into the spot.

Immediately the etheric storm of her emotions exploded into the room, the temperature rose and the air became humid and oddly decadent, like standing in the same room as a pair in the throes of pleasure. She crossed her legs and leaned back, her gleaming eyes brightening when they fell upon Alina. "You came to visit," She breathed, holding out a carefully manicured hand, palm up. "Alina you're as beautiful as ever, what can I do for you?"

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"Lady Nwul; if that is what you prefer to go by in that form." Alina held a brief and simple smile as she dipped her head in greeting before straightening up. She kept her hands clasped behind her back, head high. The posture of a noblewoman, and the confidence that came with it. The Tremiru family was no longer going to spend it's time scattered and weak, after all.

"I like to get to know the people I work with. Who they are, what they like," Her voice was soft, respectful. But she walked forward with each word, her blackened eyes filling with a completely different kind of enjoyment. She smiled, and it would've been a kind one if not for how clearly she flashed her fangs in the process. "How strong they are. The Sith respect the strong, after all. Equality as you seek will not just be accepted."

Darth Nwul

 

[Darth Nwul]

Lady Nwul looked down from her throne at Alina, her lips twitching a little upward at the faint dip of the head and soft respectfulness of her tone. There was a confidence there that she respected, but more importantly there was the slow movement towards her despite all that was being said. Nwul bore her own teeth and leaned forward on her throne, molten gold eyes sparkling with amusement as she began talking in earnest. The flash of Alina Tremiru 's fangs heralding a snort, then a full on laugh from the Prophetess as Alina continued.

"Equality?" She laughed, raising her hand to her face and covering it with a guffaw, kicking her legs out, "Oh darling..."

Her body dissolved into mist and it raced across the ground, in the time it took for a mortal's heart to beat she was a few paces behind Alina, her smile mischevious, "Who said anything about Equality?" She teased, "This is a Meritocracy, Lady Tremiru. Force Sensitive or not, prove your worth and rise," Her smile widened a little.

"I welcome your challenge."

 

[Alina Tremiru]

"Is there any other way to have equality among Sith?"

She turned her head, unflinchingly watching Nwul move. Always with the smile on her face. The flash of fangs, the twinkle in her eyes, she always did relish these sorts of conversations. They were endearing. Reminiscent of her time as an Acolyte. People were better when they were being honest.

"So prove your worth, Lady Nwul. I am so eager to see what you've to offer."

Darth Nwul

 

[Darth Nwul]

The drifting entity known as Nwul slowed and turned about, grinning wickedly at Alina Tremiru . The chaotic emotions that rippled around Nwuls being made it difficult to predict what they were feeling but it also spoke to the creature's nature. Lady Nwul tapped her chin thoughtfully, "You know, you're right, I suppose it is as close as the Sith would get to equity, isn't it?" She tittered out a laugh and dispersed herself into mist again, becoming solid at last just inches away from her visitor, her feet finally forming at the ground.

Ice began to spread at her feet, the floor freezing rapidly.

"Ready go," She giggled mischeviously.

 

[Alina Tremiru]

She was thrilled with the idea of combat. Alina had always been that way, ever since she was a young girl. In the back alleys of Dromund Kaas, in the underground fight clubs where she first learned how to throw a proper punch, she'd been in love. Bringing down the bigger men and women who tried to stand above her because of her age was the purest thrill she could experience. Well, that and all the wild partying in between.

Quite the wild child, once. Not so much anymore. The raw thrill of battle she had fallen in love with had been tempered by death. Even now she calmly turned her blood red gaze towards the new formed Darth Nwul as the Force froze outwards towards her. She raised a hand and reached out. The cold never reached her. Rather, the Force never did. Suppressed and deadened right around the Sangnir as she turned to fully regard the other Sith.

"You seem to misunderstand what I mean, my Lady. I don't want to toy with each other. You Sith who've grown while I've been absent, I want you to show me what you're capable of. Everything you're capable of. Don't treat it like just a little banter." The Force returned behind her as a liquid reminiscent of blood rippled from behind her. Her Oracle, though in this case it was little more than a storage locker.

She reached her hand down, curling her fingers around the haft of a blade buried within it. Pulled free the thick slab of metal that it was. The Uyzuyusi, her executioner blade. Impractical for her to use like this, but that mattered little. She wanted the threat it carried to be clear.

"It was my privilege to hunt down and slaughter Sith who threatened the Order, once. Show me you're not just another mad dog desperate to make a change but too weak to do so."

Darth Nwul