Archon of Light
Zara, all bleach-blonde hair and disarming smile, surveyed the line of Lilaste warriors before her. The midday sun glinted off her vibroblades, held casually at her sides.
These Lilaste, she mused, were an enigma. Their leader, now holding a freshly-minted seat on the High Council, had secured their alliance with the Diarchy, but at what cost? Autonomy within the Diarchy? It reeked of weakness, of a lack of complete commitment. Zara believed in unwavering loyalty, absolute fealty to the Diarchs. These Lilaste, with their whispered traditions and guarded glances, felt like a gamble. A gamble she was now tasked with assessing.
She shifted her weight, adopting the fluid stance of Jar'Kai, her vibroblades humming with barely restrained power. "Next." she called, her voice laced with a honeyed confidence.
One of the Lilaste, a young man barely out of his teens, stepped forward. He was clearly nervous, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped his own weapon. Zara sized him up in a heartbeat - hesitant, predictable, and utterly outmatched. She danced around his clumsy attacks, her movements a blur of controlled aggression. In seconds, she had him pinned, the tip of one of her vibroblades resting lightly against his throat. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple.
"Another." Zara announced, her voice clear and unwavering, as she disengaged. She spared the defeated warrior a fleeting, almost sympathetic glance. He wouldn't last long in the Diarchy's ranks with that level of skill.
She scanned the remaining faces, her blue eyes, sharp and assessing, hinting at the cunning that lay beneath the facade of youthful charm. She needed a challenge, a real test. Were these recruits truly the best the Lilaste Order had to offer? Or had she been dealt a hand of mediocre cards, meant to be easily dismissed?
"Another..." she repeated, louder this time, her voice tinged with a hint of impatience. She hoped, perhaps against her better judgment, that someone, anyone, would prove her wrong. She wanted to see fire, determination, something beyond the bland obedience she had witnessed so far. She wanted to see what lay beneath the Lilaste Order's carefully constructed image, the truth hidden behind their whispers and veiled glances. And she intended to find that truth, one blade at a time.