Alecandria
Character
Allies: Sith & Co.
Enemies: GA & Co.
To see the self-sacrifice of the Sith Lords was no less than accurately summed up by describing it as unexpected. She had always been told that the darksiders were corrupt and cruel individuals. So, too, were they supposed to be controlled by their emotions and unpredictable. For so long she had seen the galaxy in black and white and the ritualistic sacrifice in which she had witnessed had opened a broad spectrum of colors that she had not known could even exist.
The Dark Lord's commands reverberated, spoken in such a manner that made her feel far smaller than she had ever felt.
"Y̟̞͇̙͍o͈u̥̦̯̫̥̗ ̜̗̬̳̦̗m̫̪̭̦̼u̠̩̬s̱͚̫t ͇̠̞͙̩̯͕go̝͙̫͕̦ ̤̺t̜͔̙͍̜̳̻o͙ ̜̥͖̯͙̤t̲̭̫h͖͎e̞̰ͅ l͈o̲̥w̮̯̥̗e̠r̜ l͇̭e̟̲v̱̦͈e̤̖̥̩͍l̰s̩̭̺͍̮.N̙̼̖o̹̙͇̱̥w̪̫͟.̲"
In that moment, she knew she could not disobey. With those around her still within the throne room, Alecandria did as they all had been told. No one could deny the horrific power of Darth Mephirium, nor could any deny that the sacrifices would not be in vain.
As she sought shelter with the populous of the planet, surrounded by them and those that had allied themselves with the Sith, Alecandria was in a state of high alert. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, something that had not occurred since her descent into damnation. It was exhilarating and she found that she missed the esctasy that came hand in hand with it. Attentive to those around her, the Jedi woman kept a tight grasp upon her saber, ready to draw it at a moment's notice. The chaos that had been left behind upon the surface was haunting, but motivating.
It was going to be difficult to sit idle while the summoned Storm devastated the forces positioned above the planet. Certain that there were things to do, Alecandria drew herself apart from the throng of bodies and branched off in search for an outlet for the steadily increasing pool of restlessness.
Instead of continuing on to the depths below, the white robed woman raced back towards the throne room. She would not, could not, allow herself to hide like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. She would be there, she needed to be there. It was not due to any connection she had with the Dark Lord or his companions, or his apprentices. Although, the suicide of Praetorias left her with innate sorrow, a reaction she could not dismiss. It had been he and Mephirium that had rekindled her desire to carry on. She owed the both of them, but it was not them. She would have to disobey.
Throwing herself back into the chamber, she was not surprised to see that she had not been the only one to come to the decision to remain. A look at [member="Darth Malakai"] through crystalline blue eyes was her acknowledgement of his faithfulness to his master. If he was so dedicated as to risk his life like a dog for it's master, she could do no less than the same. Mephirium and Praetorias had, after all, saved her. The act had clasped metaphorical chains around Alecandria's wrists and it was the remaining Sith Lord that held the chain.
The violence of the summoned Storm washed over her as it decimated the Galactic forces above, stretching and branching out from it's source. The multitude of dark forces that slammed into her threatened to overwhelm her.
And overwhelm her it did.
The echoing cries of those that perished for the defense of the planet reverberated through her. The suffering, the horror, the pain. The wrongness of it all. It threatened to bring her to her knees. Countless souls were falling victim to the Storm, those above and those upon the surface that had been too slow to find shelter. A scream lodged in her throat, but did not rise to voice. Instead, she clenched her jaw and stood her ground.
Through all the wrongness, the Dark Lord's voice echoed through her mind. "We could have had peace. Let it be known that we will not bow to the whims of the outer rim."
Her focus had blurred at some point, but when she regained it she looked back towards Malakai and saw the hybrid apprentice plant her hand upon the other's shoulder. The monster of a woman and the loyal dog of their master had formed a bond. Where once she would have felt concern, Alecandria felt pride. Where she had once felt no connection with the pair, she did now. They stood in defiance of greater powers, unified in their respect and loyalty for their master. Though trust would never be shared with the two apprentices, it was clear to her now that there was respect. To say tht their dedication was impressive would not serve to scratch the surface of her admiration. She had once had such a bond with another, and envy settled in her bones as she looked from the pair to the epicenter that was Mephirium.
Malakai's words reached her own ears and she stepped towards them, her thumb unfastening the clip that held her saber to her hip. "And you both will not be doing so alone. I will stand beside you both, Malakai," the Jedi woman suggested. "With [Member="Enma Jayss"] and you we will defend the master with our lives. Of that, you can rest assured."
On their previous encounters, Alecandria had been an outsider. First impressions made lasting impressions, but the brunette that stood before them was no longer a woman attempting to trudge between two difficult paths, nor was she a woman conflicted. She knew what the right thing was to do, even if it meant siding with darksiders.
Sometimes, lives had to be sacrificed for the greater good. No longer did she feel trapped. Instead, she felt liberated. When the time came and the conflict had died down, if she survived, she would find a location to sit and meditate upon the actions that had come to pass, to mourn those lost, and to piece together the puzzle pieces. For now, what mattered was the defense of the throne room.
[member="Darth Mephirium"]
Enemies: GA & Co.
To see the self-sacrifice of the Sith Lords was no less than accurately summed up by describing it as unexpected. She had always been told that the darksiders were corrupt and cruel individuals. So, too, were they supposed to be controlled by their emotions and unpredictable. For so long she had seen the galaxy in black and white and the ritualistic sacrifice in which she had witnessed had opened a broad spectrum of colors that she had not known could even exist.
The Dark Lord's commands reverberated, spoken in such a manner that made her feel far smaller than she had ever felt.
"Y̟̞͇̙͍o͈u̥̦̯̫̥̗ ̜̗̬̳̦̗m̫̪̭̦̼u̠̩̬s̱͚̫t ͇̠̞͙̩̯͕go̝͙̫͕̦ ̤̺t̜͔̙͍̜̳̻o͙ ̜̥͖̯͙̤t̲̭̫h͖͎e̞̰ͅ l͈o̲̥w̮̯̥̗e̠r̜ l͇̭e̟̲v̱̦͈e̤̖̥̩͍l̰s̩̭̺͍̮.N̙̼̖o̹̙͇̱̥w̪̫͟.̲"
In that moment, she knew she could not disobey. With those around her still within the throne room, Alecandria did as they all had been told. No one could deny the horrific power of Darth Mephirium, nor could any deny that the sacrifices would not be in vain.
As she sought shelter with the populous of the planet, surrounded by them and those that had allied themselves with the Sith, Alecandria was in a state of high alert. Adrenaline coursed through her veins, something that had not occurred since her descent into damnation. It was exhilarating and she found that she missed the esctasy that came hand in hand with it. Attentive to those around her, the Jedi woman kept a tight grasp upon her saber, ready to draw it at a moment's notice. The chaos that had been left behind upon the surface was haunting, but motivating.
It was going to be difficult to sit idle while the summoned Storm devastated the forces positioned above the planet. Certain that there were things to do, Alecandria drew herself apart from the throng of bodies and branched off in search for an outlet for the steadily increasing pool of restlessness.
Instead of continuing on to the depths below, the white robed woman raced back towards the throne room. She would not, could not, allow herself to hide like a dog with it's tail between it's legs. She would be there, she needed to be there. It was not due to any connection she had with the Dark Lord or his companions, or his apprentices. Although, the suicide of Praetorias left her with innate sorrow, a reaction she could not dismiss. It had been he and Mephirium that had rekindled her desire to carry on. She owed the both of them, but it was not them. She would have to disobey.
Throwing herself back into the chamber, she was not surprised to see that she had not been the only one to come to the decision to remain. A look at [member="Darth Malakai"] through crystalline blue eyes was her acknowledgement of his faithfulness to his master. If he was so dedicated as to risk his life like a dog for it's master, she could do no less than the same. Mephirium and Praetorias had, after all, saved her. The act had clasped metaphorical chains around Alecandria's wrists and it was the remaining Sith Lord that held the chain.
The violence of the summoned Storm washed over her as it decimated the Galactic forces above, stretching and branching out from it's source. The multitude of dark forces that slammed into her threatened to overwhelm her.
And overwhelm her it did.
The echoing cries of those that perished for the defense of the planet reverberated through her. The suffering, the horror, the pain. The wrongness of it all. It threatened to bring her to her knees. Countless souls were falling victim to the Storm, those above and those upon the surface that had been too slow to find shelter. A scream lodged in her throat, but did not rise to voice. Instead, she clenched her jaw and stood her ground.
Through all the wrongness, the Dark Lord's voice echoed through her mind. "We could have had peace. Let it be known that we will not bow to the whims of the outer rim."
Her focus had blurred at some point, but when she regained it she looked back towards Malakai and saw the hybrid apprentice plant her hand upon the other's shoulder. The monster of a woman and the loyal dog of their master had formed a bond. Where once she would have felt concern, Alecandria felt pride. Where she had once felt no connection with the pair, she did now. They stood in defiance of greater powers, unified in their respect and loyalty for their master. Though trust would never be shared with the two apprentices, it was clear to her now that there was respect. To say tht their dedication was impressive would not serve to scratch the surface of her admiration. She had once had such a bond with another, and envy settled in her bones as she looked from the pair to the epicenter that was Mephirium.
Malakai's words reached her own ears and she stepped towards them, her thumb unfastening the clip that held her saber to her hip. "And you both will not be doing so alone. I will stand beside you both, Malakai," the Jedi woman suggested. "With [Member="Enma Jayss"] and you we will defend the master with our lives. Of that, you can rest assured."
On their previous encounters, Alecandria had been an outsider. First impressions made lasting impressions, but the brunette that stood before them was no longer a woman attempting to trudge between two difficult paths, nor was she a woman conflicted. She knew what the right thing was to do, even if it meant siding with darksiders.
Sometimes, lives had to be sacrificed for the greater good. No longer did she feel trapped. Instead, she felt liberated. When the time came and the conflict had died down, if she survived, she would find a location to sit and meditate upon the actions that had come to pass, to mourn those lost, and to piece together the puzzle pieces. For now, what mattered was the defense of the throne room.
[member="Darth Mephirium"]
