Private The Family Business.

[Serina Calis]

Tag: Reicher Vax Nyxira Valis

The heavy skies of Dromund Kaas echoed with the wrath of the storm, a fitting backdrop for a planet steeped in the dark traditions of the Sith. Despite the tempestuous welcome, Serina Calis approached the landing pad with a mixture of anticipation and resolve, her Jedi robes slightly at odds with the stark, oppressive atmosphere of the Sith stronghold.

Her presence here was a risk—both factions, the Galactic Alliance and the Sith Order, were embroiled in a conflict that saw little room for such personal exchanges. Yet, the opportunity to meet Reicher Vax in person, her brother-in-law, was a chance too significant to pass up. Their relationship, formed and maintained through fleeting holonet messages, was an unlikely bond forged between lines of opposing forces. Today, it would finally become real.

As her shuttle touched down, the ramp lowered with a gentle hiss, releasing the cool, electrically charged air into the muggy climate of the planet. Stepping down, Serina's blue eyes scanned the gathered figures, her gaze catching the familiar silhouette of Reicher, his posture unmistakable even beneath the armor of a Sith Legionnaire.

The rain seemed to pause momentarily as their eyes met, an unspoken acknowledgment passing between them. Despite the storm, Serina's step lightened, a smile breaking through her usually serene demeanor. Her heart raced with the thrill of the forbidden, her mind alive with the myriad possibilities this meeting could unfold.

"Reicher," she called out, her voice carrying through the storm, imbued with warmth and genuine joy. "It's so good to finally see you, not just as an image on a screen."

Approaching him, Serina's stride was confident yet cautious, aware of the many eyes that might be watching. Reicher's status as a Legionnaire and her own as a Jedi made this meeting a delicate dance on the edge of a knife.

Stopping a respectful distance away, she extended her hand, not just in greeting but as a symbol of the peace she hoped to find in such tumultuous times. "I've heard much about Dromund Kaas, about its storms and shadows. None of it compares to being here, seeing it for myself, and finally meeting you."

Her words were sincere, a bridge stretched across the chasm that divided their worlds. Serina's journey toward the Dark Side had brought her closer to understanding Reicher's own loyalties, yet she clung to the hope that beneath the ideologies that separated them, the bond of family could offer a grounding truth.

"Thank you for this chance," she added softly, her voice almost lost to the wind. "For letting me see your world through your eyes, if only for a moment."

As the storm resumed its relentless assault, Serina stood there, beside Reicher, a Jedi amidst Sith, her presence a testament to the complex web of loyalties and love that defined her. The tempest around them might rage, but for now, the storm within was held at bay, her path momentarily aligned with his.

 

[Reicher Vax]

Location: Dromund Kaas
Equipment: Standard Issue Sith Trooper Armor, Vibroblade, Standard Issue Blaster Rifle, Datapad,
Tag: Serina Calis Nyxira Valis

As the storm continued its relentless siege against the durasteel structures of Dromund Kaas, Reicher Vax felt a rare stir of emotion beneath the unyielding exterior of his Sith Legionnaire armor. The sight of Serina, stepping onto the landing pad, was like a beacon in the tempest—a vivid contrast to the dark and brooding world that was his home. Her presence, so vibrant and fraught with forbidden implications, was a disruption to the ordered chaos he had come to embrace.

"Serina," Reicher replied, his voice firm yet imbued with an undertone of warmth that he seldom displayed. The raindrops splattered against his armor, their rhythm a subtle accompaniment to the moment. "Seeing you here, it's more than just a breach of protocols—it's a glimpse of another universe where wars don't dictate who stands on which side."

He took a step forward, his movements precise, every gesture disciplined yet revealing a hint of the kinship they shared. Taking her offered hand in his, he felt the firm grip of a warrior tempered with the finesse of a Jedi, a duality that seemed to echo his own internal conflicts.

"This world, Dromund Kaas, it thrives on survival and power, very different from the ideals you're sworn to uphold," Reicher continued, his gaze scanning the horizon briefly, as if ensuring their relative privacy amid the storm. "But today, it's just a meeting place for two paths that rarely cross."

Releasing her hand, he gestured towards the shadowed architecture of the Sith capital, visible through the veil of rain. "I appreciate you coming here, Serina. It's not just a risk, but a testament to the strength of the bonds we form, despite our allegiances."

Reicher paused, his visor briefly catching the glint of lightning, reflecting a myriad of unspoken thoughts. "Let's walk. There's much I want to show you, and perhaps, through these eyes, you'll see not just the darkness that pervades this place but also the resilience and order that bind it."

As they began to move away from the shuttle, Reicher kept pace with Serina, his presence a shield against the more curious or hostile glances from his fellow Sith. "You mentioned seeing my world through my eyes," he said thoughtfully. "But I'm also curious about yours—about the teachings of the Jedi that have shaped you, even as you find yourself drawn to more enlightened paths."

"Whatever the galaxy holds for us," Reicher concluded as they paused beneath the shelter of an ancient, towering statue, "I hope that meetings like this aren't just fleeting anomalies but bridges that might, someday, bring our worlds closer, even if it seems impossible now."

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[Nyxira Valis]

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The storm's roar over Dromund Kaas was interrupted by the faint hum of a descending shuttle, its sleek black frame cutting through the rain-laden skies like a blade. From the landing pad where Serina and Reicher walked, the vessel was unmistakable — Sith design, elegant yet imposing, the kind used by only the most influential. Its engines flared briefly before it touched down, steam and rain hissing against its hull as the ramp extended with deliberate precision.

From within, Darth Nythera emerged.

Clad in dark armor etched with faintly glowing crimson runes, her presence was immediately palpable, like the first crackle of a coming storm. Her long cloak billowed behind her, carried by the wind as she descended the ramp with measured grace. Nyxira's glowing violet eyes locked onto the pair ahead, and a faint smirk played on her lips as if she were amused by the unusual scene before her — a Jedi and a Sith Legionnaire walking side by side.

"Reicher Vax," she called, her voice cutting through the rain, smooth yet carrying an unmistakable weight of authority. Her gaze shifted to Serina, lingering with sharp curiosity. "And a Jedi, no less." Or was that really still an appropriate term to use for her? Nyxira could sense her inner darkness.

Nyxira stopped a short distance from them, her piercing gaze flicking between the two. The storm behind her seemed to swell briefly, as though drawn to her presence, before quieting again. She inclined her head slightly toward Reicher, acknowledging his presence as a fellow Sith.

"This meeting of yours is bold," she continued, her tone calm yet edged with subtle challenge. "Boldness is a trait I can respect, but it often comes with a price."

Nyxira paused, and turned to Serina, "I'm curious. What brings you here?"

Serina Calis Reicher Vax
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[Serina Calis]

Tag: Reicher Vax Nyxira Valis

The storm's roar seemed to fade as Serina's focus narrowed to the figure descending the ramp. The woman—tall, imposing, radiating an unmistakable aura of power—strode with a confidence that made the tempest around her feel like an afterthought. Serina's heart quickened, not out of fear, but from the undeniable pull of the darkness that clung to this stranger like a second skin.

This wasn't a chance encounter. It couldn't be.

Serina shifted slightly, her posture defensive but subtle, her lightsaber resting at her side. She made no move to draw it—she already knew it would do her no good here. The presence before her was too commanding, too steeped in an authority she didn't yet understand. The Dark Side whispered again, as it had on Rakata Prime, its unseen tendrils wrapping around her thoughts, urging her to listen, to submit, to understand.

She clenched her fists at her sides, steadying herself, refusing to give in completely to the siren call. Not yet.

The stranger's voice was smooth, edged with the weight of authority, cutting through the rain. Serina's name wasn't called, but the question was directed at her. What brings you here?

Serina hesitated, her mind racing. She could feel Reicher's presence beside her, a rare anchor in the chaos of her thoughts. Yet even he couldn't protect her from this. No, this was something she would have to navigate alone.

"I…" Serina began, her voice unsteady but not weak. She cleared her throat, standing taller, forcing the warmth of her previous joy at seeing Reicher to recede. There was no room for vulnerability now. "I came to meet someone important to me."

Her gaze flicked to Reicher for the briefest moment, then back to the woman. Those piercing violet eyes bore into her, and Serina felt as if the storm itself were watching her, judging her.

"You'll forgive me," Serina continued, her tone cautious but polite, "if I don't know who you are. Or why you're here."

It wasn't a challenge—it was curiosity wrapped in guarded deflection. She wouldn't risk provoking this woman, whoever she was. Yet the allure of her presence, the way the darkness seemed to gather around her like a storm given form, was undeniable. Serina could feel the Force shifting, like a door opening just a crack, showing her a glimpse of something vast and unknowable.

She suppressed the shiver that threatened to betray her unease, keeping her expression calm, her voice steady. "I don't wish to intrude, but I suspect you didn't come here by chance."

The words hung in the air, tension crackling like the lightning above, her cautiousness didn't come from fear, but instead her focus on the war in her mind. Inside, Serina's thoughts churned with fragments of her past—Rakata Prime, the holocron, the voices calling to her from the void. The Dark Side had brought her to the edge of something greater, and now it felt as though it was guiding her again, urging her to step forward into the unknown.

 

[Reicher Vax]

Location: Dromund Kaas
Equipment: Standard Issue Sith Trooper Armor, Vibroblade, Standard Issue Blaster Rifle, Datapad,
Tag: Serina Calis Nyxira Valis

The storm lashed against the landing pad with unrelenting fury, the sound of rain and thunder a familiar, almost nostalgic backdrop for Reicher Vax. The irony was not lost on him. Here he was again, standing on the same damn platform where he had once greeted Darth Nythera as a Legionnaire. Only this time, he wasn't a nameless soldier. Lieutenant Reicher Vax, governor of Polis Massa—a title that carried weight but felt hollow in moments like this.

He glanced at Serina out of the corner of his visor, her tension evident even through her measured composure. She didn't know who she was facing, but Reicher did. He knew exactly the storm they were standing in front of, and it wasn't the one raging in the skies.

"Lord Nythera," Reicher greeted, stepping forward with practiced confidence, his voice steady and unyielding despite the storm. The faint crimson glow of his visor reflected her presence, as if even his armor acknowledged her authority. "It seems fate has a sense of humor, bringing us back to this landing pad."

He stopped a respectful distance from her, his posture straight but relaxed, the stance of a man who knew his place but wasn't cowed by it. "The last time we met here, I was a simple Legionnaire, waiting for orders. And now, well… the pad hasn't changed much, but it seems I have."

Reicher's gaze flicked briefly to Serina before returning to Nythera. "This is Serina Calis, a visitor from… far away," he said carefully, his tone deliberate as he avoided giving away too much about her origins. "She's here to meet family. An unusual reunion, to be sure, but one that seems to have drawn your attention."

He allowed himself a slight tilt of his head, a subtle acknowledgment of her curiosity. "I trust your presence here isn't just coincidence, my Lord. It rarely is."

The wind whipped at his cloak, the rain streaking across the polished surface of his armor as he regarded Nythera with the quiet confidence of someone who had seen enough of her power to know where he stood. She was a force of nature, and while Reicher had risen in rank and station, he understood that power such as hers rendered titles and positions meaningless in the grand scheme of the Sith.

Still, there was a flicker of something else beneath the surface of his disciplined demeanor—respect, perhaps, or a grudging appreciation for the way she had shaped the world around her since their last meeting. "I imagine you didn't come all this way for a casual chat," he continued, his voice calm, steady. "But if you did, I'd be happy to offer something better than the ration bars we had last time."

The faintest hint of a smirk ghosted across his face beneath the helmet, a rare glimpse of the humor that he used to keep himself steady in moments like this.

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