The Legacy You Were Born To

[Darth Prazutis]

Echoy'la, the Palace of Mandalore...

"My Lord we have something you'll want to see. It involves one of your nieces."

"Give me everything we've got."

Family was the sole reason that drew Braxus Zambrano, known as Darth Prazutis to the Mandalorian Empire's capital of Echoy'la. The Sith Lord was extremely busy running many various operations across the galaxy but a certain family subject was one that could draw the illusive man's attention. Prazutis sat aboard a shuttle that glided down through the busy atmosphere. Aboard the shuttler were two pilots, three crownguard and one captain of the guard. The captain handed him a datapad with a secure file labeled Project: PHOENIX on the front. Prazutis opened into the file and began to watch the classified security footage play out in front of him showing [member="Nyx"] Verd in a confrontation with several assailants.

"We've pulled the footage and our contacts were able to wipe them from planetary records before anyone else got a hold of them." The captain said quietly.

What happened next put a grin on Prazutis's face as he watched the clash begin. In a powerful burst of dark imbued rage the woman destroyed her assailants quickly and mercilessly. She showed absolutely no remorse in dealing out death to the men who grossly underestimated her. Prazutis was well known for his excellent ability to judge people and this woman he knew had killed before, taking life was nothing new for her. But the outburst of dark side energy, and her strength in the force he knew she was a Zambrano. "What's her name?"

"Nyx Verd. She's the daughter of Mandalore Isley Verd and your niece Izevel Zambrano. Orphaned shortly after conception at Honorhall Orphanage, everything we have on her is there." The captain said taking the liberty of flipping the page for him.

Intelligence analysts created a full dossier on Nyx and tracked her movements through police reports, eyewitness accounts, public and private records, medical records and prison mandated psychological evaluations and more from her birth on up, they even had financial records from the drinks she bought at the bar recently if he wanted to see them, all of it in one file. The men in his intelligence office were brutally efficient, highly skilled, and incredibly resourceful. Nyx's parents [member="Isley Verd"] and [member="Izevel Zambrano"] were not married back then, but certainly it was an attempt to keep a powerful child in the force from Izevel's father [member="Darth Carnifex"]. But afterwards they seemingly forgot about the child.

Honorhall Orphanage from the records and accounts he skimmed over was an absolute hellhole. They were suspected of everything from extreme child abuse and neglect, slavery and more. There were some operations records they found, and some former employees interrogated that revealed some pretty dark operations they performed on children. It was no surprise that she ran away at the age of eight. In some ways her past mirrored some of his own, without somewhere that truly felt like home, no true purpose in the world, career criminals for a good portion of their early lives. Nyx's rap sheet was a mile long with everything from smuggling to murder and several charges, she had even gone to prison for it. Prazutis's rap sheet before he joined the Sith Empire was just as similar except it was also filled with an uncountable amount of suspected homicides, all before the most recent charges of genocide and such were stacked on. That was the life of a Hitman. Above all she was a survivor who dealt with whatever came at her, and by all acounts she exhibited many characteristics of someone with Zambrano blood in their veins. There was a darkness inside her and all of the psychological evaluations proved it.

But they made a mistake in them her traits weren't a curse, they were boons. Nyx had the Zambrano blood flowing in her and a legacy that she was born into. All of her life she jumped around never lingering for too long, she might not have known it, but Izevel Zambrano had done this to her. She tried to keep Nyx from her destiny. Nyx was without formal training in the force but already she was powerful. Prazutis combed through the file they had compiled for him and spent time soaking in the information until the shuttle touched down at his nieces place of residence. If he learned anything about the woman there was sure to be animosity towards her parents, he'd play on that. Prazutis would not be denied what was his, and Nyx would inherit the legacy she should have a long time ago.

"Stay here I won't need you inside." Prazutis said as the ramp dropped with a hiss. He walked down and onto the docking platform. The Sith Lord was wearing his trademark ornate black and gold robes and attire as he walked into the home of Mandalore. The guard were already notified of his arrival ahead of time, Prazutis reached out for the presence of his niece and would immediately move to find it. His own presence was powerful and stepped in the dark side of the force, like a dark rolling fog that fell off of his body. The dark side flowed through his very veins, it emanated from the various dark side artifacts he wore on his person, he was not subtle.

 

[Nyx]

Wham!
The Mandalorian recruit's head smacked on the floor mat as he fell to the ground, his breath leaving his body. He barely managed to look as the red-haired woman made short work of the other Mandalorian, colliding her knee with his stomach with an audible thump. Around them lay groaning recruits, their drillmaster shaking his head in disappointment behind them. Of course, he had expected this. The daughter of Mand'alor was notorious for her pugilistic ability, taking down even the most elite of fighters. The instructor himself couldn't defeat her, only bring her to a draw.

"Come on, you bunch of miserable pansies!" He yelled. "Was I given a lot of children, instead of Mandalorians?"
The recruits simply groaned in response, one vomiting on the side of the ring. Nyx simply wiped her face with a nearby shoulder towel, her brown undershirt stained with sweat.
"Next time, bring me an actual challenge, would ya?"
Her tease brought a smile to the instructor's face as he began to round up his recruits.

Her momentary distraction gone, Nyx sighed, looking around the now-empty training room. Good, no one was here.
She made her way to the melee training dummies, took a deep breath, and flexed a certain muscle in her hands.
The parasites embedded between her knuckles responded, forcing their way through her flesh, the Vong claws opening the gashes in her hand.
Nyx bit through her lip to hold in the scream of agony, the blood filling her mouth joining the crimson liquid dripping from her hands and the claws extending from them, two a hand.
Emboldened by the pain, Nyx leapt forward, attacking the dummies ferociously.
Her alteration was no secret, but the Empire preferred to keep her darker activities under wraps.
If one [member="Darth Prazutis"] was following her presence, he would find it broadcasted from this room.

 

[Darth Prazutis]

As Prazutis made his way deeper and deeper towards the presence of his niece the destruction sowed in her wake was already present. Mandalorian men beaten and battered, sent scattered and limping out with visible wounds from a fight. [member="Nyx"] had done a number on these men, and there were a lot of them. Prazutis received a lot of stares from these men as he passed, he did stand head and shoulders taller than each one of them.

Prazutis made his way into the training room in time to see Nyx showcase yet another one of her talents. She was tearing into one of the training dummies with claws, no doubt a form of grafting perhaps Vong perhaps something else. Either way the pain caused by their presence fueled her anger, and anger gave her the strength to rip objects, and people to shreds. He stood on the fringes of the room in shadows while he observed her ferocity. He would first need to put her skill to the test before anything else.

"Nyx. Or is it Orphan 117?" Prazutis said as he stepped into the light, his sulfuric yellow eyes blazing down at his niece, he took a few steps into the room and pulled off the hooded robe, hanging it on a nearby hook. "I passed your work on the way in beating those men. Impressive but any individual can beat on the lesser skilled fools." He said to her. "Perhaps you will be one to learn the lesson today, 117. Show me your skill." Prazutis said. It was a dangerous game playing on her anger, a dance with the inferno with someone as volatile as her. If he was anyone else he would hesitate but he was the Goliath of Panatha, whether she knew it or not.

Prazutis then took off his tunic to reveal his powerfully muscular torso, as hard and chiseled as stone. The only unique part was a unique tattoo in a black inky substance that covered his chest and went up his arms. "Let's see if you're actually adept at fighting with those with an actual person as you are with that dummy." Prazutis stood, letting his casual stance betray his readiness.

 

[Nyx]

She was aware of him approaching. How could she not notice the vortex of Dark power that entered the training room. She did not acknowledge him. If he really wanted something, he'd say somethin-

"Nyx. Or is it Orphan 117?"

She stopped.
Her bottle-green eyes grew wide, and her breaths turned shallow and short. Orphan 117. She hadn't heard that name in sixteen years, not since she had left Honorhall. Memories flashed through her mind, memories of horrible experiences. Memories of watching children abused and neglected, dragged to the Black Room if they upset the caretakers at all. Memories of being put under the knife, operated on to ensure that when she was sold, she would not grow heavy with child. Memories of beatings, of being denied a clean spot to sleep or food. Memories of drinking bowls of dirty water, shared with the other children, forced to drink like animals for their 'caretakers' amusement.
These memories flashed through her mind, leaving her a whimpering mess as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
She barely heard the rest of his speech, until he said that damn name. 117.
She snapped.

Nyx let out a scream of rage as she lost control, whirling on him, all intelligence leaving her green eyes, replaced with pure hate.
She charged him, her claws extended at his chest, specifically at his tattoo.
Nyx had left the room, and Orphan 117 had entered.

[member="Darth Prazutis"]

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Rage. It was sheer rage unleashed and unchecked brought on by the meager mention of her trigger word, 117. The blood they shared giving strength to that rage, the inner darkness crawling out to take over her person. Prazutis made no attempt at assault as she came close launching herself at him, claws swiping every which way to pierce flesh and skewer him. She swung without tact or concern, just to ensure death. He side stepped and weaved out of the way of her uncoordinated strikes [member="Nyx"] was a well known pugilist but 117 wasn't. 117 was a killer, a butcher. Prazutis made his move as her right claw came whizzing past his face, he side stepped quickly to her right side and with a thunderous grip grabbed her arm at the wrist with his right arm.

He used his left hand to press at her elbow and with one fluid application of his massive bulk and incredible strength both pulled and pushed, snap. He pulled her arm so far at that infernal unnatural angle towards the right that the bone shone out of the other side. He refocused his attention on the other incoming claw, grabbing it at the wrist with one hand and using his left to wrap an iron grip around her throat, he'd lift her clear off of the ground as if she was as light as a bag of rocks. "Good let out your rage, unleash the darkness that flows through your veins. Pain is fuel through which power is unleashed, focus on that pain and use it. Kill me." With a grunt he threw Nyx clear across the room.

Prazutis charged her just then for how large the man was and how strong he was physically he was fast. If Nyx was everything her file said she was then he'd see the killer come out rather than the beat dog. He caused her pain he brought up her trigger word, in short he did everything to send her off the edge. It was what he hoped for, only then that the true training could begin whether she liked it or not.