The Last Vestige Of Humanity

[Via Dolorosa]

Walking through the rancid waters of Dagobah's swamps, barefoot and alone, she fingered the nose ring that had become a permanent fixture on her body. She was alone, a concept she accepted as fact, allowing her defunct mind to play over and over again where she had gone wrong. She had no need for a council to pointe out her mistakes, nor did she need a single friend to whisper cold failings into her ear. What she needed was a chance to reflect on her own shortcomings, and a chance to kill something far more powerful than herself; and since she was haunting Dagobah again, there was no shortage of potential superiour creatures to appease her appetite.​

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Absentmindedly she moved to a familiar place, finding herself standing in front of the cave she once called home, a safe haven she had used as a young girl to shelter her from the horrors of the swamp. She began to duck down with thoughts of entering the cave when she shook her head and stood up.​

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"The time isn't right."​

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She strolled around the cave, her former home, and headed deeper into the swamp. She was growing old, and despite her strong connection to the Darkside of the Force, she would not live forever; even though there was a time an old friend had proposed to her a ritual she could enact to ensure near immortal status. Back then when the proposal had been presented to her, she was unsure if that was a wise decision; and now as she put distance between her and the cave, she had no desire to live forever. What she needed to do was create an object of knowledge, a holocron, that not only cataloged her timeline of life, but could be used as a teaching tool to any future Sith.​

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"I'm glad you are all in agreement," she answered the voices in her head outloud.​

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The five voices that inhabited her mind had overtime, and sadly to admit, became her only truly friends. She didn't listen to them religiously, but she had listened enough to take stock in what they were chirping about. The voices and her had became one, like a symbiotic relationship that required all six parties to act accordingly to ensure their survival. The voices, however, had more to lose than she did. With her death, they would die, as she was their house that they lived. Unless she passed on this curse, and it was a curse she would never wish upon even her worst enemies, the voices would be introduced to eternal silence on the moment she took her last breath.​

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"Okay.....I will do it."​

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Creating such a special moment was not exactly easy, nor would it be. There was more than enough preparation to go around, and she wondered as she walked through the mist engulfed swamp, how those Sith Lords that came before her found the patience and time to achieve the ultimate satisfaction. With her right index finger tapping gently upon her pursed lips, she thought of all the possibilities and ideas that would go into such a holocron, no, her holocron. She had massed a quite a bit of knowledge in her time, but to place so much information into a holocron would be overkill. Kill? Smiling she changed directions toward a village she had visited a few times as a girl. Unlike the village she had grown up in, and eventually exiled form, this Hepsalum Tash clan was a more violent but more educated village from the one she was raised in.​

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While Darth Venefica drew closer to the outside realm of the village, she had long since cast aside any notions of killing needlessly; minus the b-style predators that hunted the swamps. Even though it had been sometime since she walked the cold and relaxing soil of Dagobah; she was not only the Swamp Witch but still the apex predator of the planet. And soon she would hold a class to remind those of the truth. Her purpose of visiting this village was to garner one simple thing, knowledge. Despite their violent nature, they were eons ahead of the village she once called home in terms of knowledge. And like all violent clans, or villages, you needed to show force or be deemed weak and unworthy.​

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"Halt," came a strong male voice from behind a brush of poisonous plants.​

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"You have intruded on..."​

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Even though she wasn't set on killing, the show of force needed required such an act to get the attention of the village Elder and his council. Using her mind, as she had often done so many times to dispatch her enemies, she called forth one of the tendrils from her robe; smiling slightly as it entangled itself around the much larger foe. Her opponent, caught completely unaware, die quickly; leaving his corpse to be utilized by her. The effects of the tendril kicked in, and quickly the dead became the undead; granting her a bodyguard.​

 

[Via Dolorosa]

The Necro-Witch led her husk into the nearby village, earning cold stares, hate filled scowls, and numerous chants and verbal assaults about her tainting their sacred village. Ignoring them, she pushed forward toward the centre of the village, where she knew the Elder and the village warriors would come rushing out to meet her; and knowing the history behind this village, expel her by only one means. Darth Venefica didn't need to wait along, as the villager's taunts turned to cheers, their voices lending their support to their leader and protectors.​

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She remained motionless, her haunting face void of any expression, as the small band of warriors surrounded her and her undead bodyguard. Even when they lowered their primitive weapons, makeshift pointy staffs crafted from the gnarled trees that dotted the landscape of Dagobah's swamps, she stared through them. As on cue, all the voices fell into silent mode whilst the warriors in front of her parted, allowing the Elder a direct line toward her. She could sense he didn't fear her, but he was confused as to why she was here.​

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"You are trespassing, outsider," the Elder's voice boomed as he stole a glance at his former clansman before adding, "And you offer up disrespect by not only killing one of my brothers, but by bringing in such an abomination!"​

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Darth Venefica smirked, then waved her hand out in front of her; a gesture meant to showe she didn't care about his respect or his words. She needed some knowledge, and only Elders possessed that; but there was a risk that this pathetic alien might not be of use to her.​

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"I've come here on peaceful grounds to seek knowledge....and this...abomination....is proof that I am not to be trifled with," she responded coldly.​

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"You are foolish to come here alone, outsider! I will not help you!"​

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"I highly suggest you reconsider your stance, Elder."​

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With a small, minute nod, two of the warriors behind her drove their spares into their dead brother; returning him back to the land of the dead.​

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"And now you really are alone, outsider!"​

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"You had your chance to cooperate," she said matter-of-factly as she pressed the small button on her wrist com link.​