Private The Shadows of Vaal

[Roman Vossari]

Vaal | Spaceport
Tag: Diarch Reign



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Padawan Roman, a young apprentice with dreams larger than the galaxy itself, was bound for the Temple - Prosperity - aboard his family's luxurious yacht. He had just returned from Serenno, a trip steeped in family obligations and strained smiles, where conversations flitted like moths around the flickering flame of unspoken tensions.

As the yacht made a swift pit stop on the industrious planet of Vaal, Roman felt a pulse of anticipation surge through him, a spark igniting the staleness of his recent trip. While the crew busied themselves with urgent discussions about ship refueling and restocking, Roman's curiosity urged him to explore the vibrant local spaceport that sprawled just beyond the yacht's docking bay.

Stepping down the ramp, he inhaled the rich tapestry of scents that danced through the air: roasted spices from nearby food stalls, the metallic tang of ships undergoing repairs, and the gentle hum of conversations in dozens of languages. He was drawn to the eclectic shops, each one overflowing with trinkets and treasures from worlds unknown. A market thrived in the shadows of the huge starships parked nearby--merchants hawked their wares, each enticing display telling a story more vivid than the last.

Roman ambled through the bustling lanes, marveling at a vendor selling luminescent crystals, their colors shifting and pulsating in sync with his heartbeat. He paused to admire handmade holo-figurines--tiny renditions of legendary Jedi, glimmering with an aura of heroism. But as he continued to roam, the atmosphere around him began to shift, as though a hush had fallen over the crowd. The laughter of children faded, and the clamor of voices dimmed.

It was then that he felt it--a powerful presence, like a dark cloud rolling over a sunny day. Roman's instincts kicked in, honed by his training as a Jedi. He scanned the area, the throngs of people busily tended to their trades, but his instincts told him something resided nearby, something potent, lurking in the shadows. He stepped into an alleyway lined with crates, each bearing the insignia of distant worlds.

Roman turned, scanning the bustling spaceport, hoping to find the source of this powerful emanation. Shoppers rushed past him, droids maneuvered with purpose, and yet, amidst all the movement, he couldn't pinpoint anything--or anyone--that felt different. The presence was potent, erratic, swirling like a tempest, yet it cast no discernible shadow.

Pushing through the ebb and flow of people, Roman made his way toward a corner of the market where the crowd seemed to thin. The environment around him grew eerily muted; even the usual ambient noise transformed into a low, steady pulse. He reached a small garden, overgrown and wild, where the lush foliage formed a sheltered area away from prying eyes.

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[Diarch Reign]

As Darth Reign touched his shuttle down on the surface of Vaal, he couldn’t help but admire the quant beauty of the planet. He may be a Sith but he did appreciate quiet moments and small beauties. As his shuttle landed, he stood, he had seen a market as they flew over, and he wanted to see the small town wares.

He had left his forces behind in orbit, having just received five new ships from the Empire of the Lost to add to the DSD-Dominion. Their forces were truly starting to come together. The Dark Lord thought he could use a small reprieve, he had brought his daughters with him to the surface. A chance for them to see the worlds that fell into their grand plan.

Stepping off the ship, the family headed towards the market, admiring the stalls and trinkets. It wasn’t often than Reign was able to put the Sith Lord and Diarch aside and just be a father. He did not hide his presence, the Dark Lord had no one to fear in this place, but neither was he being the harbinger of doom. Laughing with his apprentices, his attention was suddenly caught by a glimmer in the force.

Falling silent, he looked about. There was a Jedi here, and no doubt the Sith Lord had been made. The feeling he was getting was faint, the Jedi must be young, a Padawan he thought. Regardless, he had a huge potential. Darth Reign knew as much. Turning to his daughters, the Dark Lord said “do you feel that? There’s a Jedi here, young but powerful. Find him, but do not engage alone. You are not to fight one on one.”

His daughters nodded their confirmation and slipped into the shadows. The Sith Lord however, walked boldly down the street, projecting his power out for the Padawan to feel.

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman had always been told that the Force could guide him, but never had he felt its whisper quite like this. Standing amidst the bustling market of Vaal, the young Jedi felt a chill run down his spine. It was as if the air had thickened, filled with the dark, pulsating energy of something profoundly malevolent. The market, with its vibrant stalls and cheerful chatter, fell away in his mind's eye, consumed by the presence that loomed just beyond his perception.

His Jedi journey had been arduous, filled with lessons of patience, discipline, and the constant struggle against the darker paths that the Force could tempt him to embrace. Yet, now, standing on the cusp of that alluring darkness, he could feel its gravity pulling at him. Something was coming.

His heart raced as he stepped back from the stall loaded with colorful fabrics, trying to focus. The sensation was unmistakable. It wasn't just the dark energy, it was a figure--powerful and commanding. Roman's instincts kicked in, honed by countless training sessions. He turned his back to the stall, seeking a suitable vantage point, his hand instinctively moving towards the hilt of his lightsaber.

"Stay calm," he whispered to himself, though he could barely hear his own words over the clamor of the market. He felt the need to blend into the crowd, but the pull of the dark side was making it difficult to concentrate. He knew it would only be a matter of time before the darkness--the one he could sense but not yet see--would take notice.

Just then, the Padawan caught a glimpse of the imposing figure, a man clad in dark robes, striding confidently through the stalls as if he owned the very soil beneath him. As the man advanced, Roman took a step back, his breath steadying as he navigated through the crowd. But he could not afford to go unnoticed for long. The weight of the dark side bore down on him; he had to make a choice. He could run--yet escaping would only draw attention, or he could confront this darkness with the hope that perhaps, just perhaps, there was a way to survive this encounter and learn from it.

With a swift motion, he darted from behind the stall, setting his sights on the nearest alleyway, all the while keeping a watchful eye on the imposing figure, and the shifting shadows he sensed prowling nearby. The game had begun, and Padawan Roman was determined to escape its grasp.

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Tag: Diarch Reign

 

[Diarch Reign]

The Sith Lord walked down the main walkway of the market, eyes roaming for anyone who seemed to not belong. He had been surprised to find a Jedi out here so close to enemy territory. Stretching out with his senses, he commanded the force to find his quarry. He could feel the Padawan's anxiousness, almost as if it was calling to the Dark Lord directly.

As he scanned the crowd, he caught a glimpse of Red hair, seeming to melt into the shadows. "I see you" Reign said aloud. Not loud in enough for anyone to hear, but he was sure the young man would pick up that he was now on his trail.

Darth Reign did not pick up his pace, he walked, slowly. Letting his presence go before him, knowing the Padawan was keeping tabs on where he was. That was preferable, he thought, keeping his focus away from the apprentices scouring the market for the Padawan.

The Sith Lord knew he could cause chaos, harm people to draw the Jedi out. He would not be able to resist. But, that is not how Darth Reign operated. Some of his fellow Sith would be happy to harm the regular people here, but not Reign. His Grand Plan required him to be seen as a benevolent, but powerful, savior. Rescuing these poor wretches from the clutches of a galaxy in turmoil. That image would go out the window if he turned to senseless brutality. No, he would play his game with the young Padawan.

Attempting to pierce the student's mind, the Dark Lord called out telepathically "You can not hide Jedi, come to me"

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman's heart raced as he darted through the dimly lit alleyways of the market, the chaotic sounds of vendors hawking their wares fading into a haunting echo behind him. The sensation that something sinister lurked in the shadows tightened a knot in his stomach, and every instinct screamed at him to keep moving. But as he glanced over his shoulder, the ominous presence grew heavier, suffocating his resolve.

His red hair hung over his brow like a fiery curtain, but there was no time to brush it aside. Roman's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts--thoughts of his training, of his masters, and most importantly, of the relentless Sith Lord that seemed to have him in his sights. The air around him crackled with a palpable tension, and he could almost feel the dark whispered promises that brushed against his consciousness. "You cannot hide Jedi," a voice hissed, echoing in his mind, sending shivers down his spine.

In a panic, Roman turned sharply, racing against dread, but as he reached the end of the alley, his breaths quickened into sharp gasps. Solid walls loomed before him, closing in on all sides--a dead end. The Padawan cursed under his breath, feeling the weight of imminent threat press down like a vice. He glanced back, his fingers twitching toward his lightsaber, already anticipating a confrontation.

"Stay calm." he muttered to himself, channeling his training into a solitary mantra. The Force hummed around him, urging him not to give in to fear. Roman steadied himself, ready to ignite his blade at the first sign of aggression but as the chilling quiet of the alley enveloped him, he felt an iron grip around his resolve. The Sith was hunting, and he was the prey.

Roman raised his chin slightly, hesitating only for a moment to reassess the encroaching shadows, willing to confront whatever came next. He had to believe in his powers and the Jedi's teachings.

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Tag: Diarch Reign

 

[Diarch Reign]

Darth Reign tracked the padawan through the market, he was really moving. No matter, the Dark Lord would play.

As Darth Reign turned into an alleyway, he spotted him. A striking young man, a royal by the looks of him. His fear was almost palpable. Reign noticed his hand twitching towards his lightsaber as they locked eyes.

“Reach for your blade, and it will be the last thing you do my young friend. You will have no need of it today.” Darth Reign said. He did not want to harm the young Jedi, not yet, not until he had reached his potential and prove a worthy adversary for the Dark Lord. Otherwise, there would be no honor in his defeat, and Reign did not kill for no reason.

Stepping closer to the young man, the Dark Lord called out to him. “I have a lesson for you. Come closer, you are in no danger at this time”

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman stood frozen for a heartbeat, the weight of the man's words pressing heavily upon him. He could feel his heart racing, each pulse a reminder of the fear that coursed through his veins. The alleyway seemed to constrict around him, shadows deepening as he advanced, his presence a dark wave that threatened to drown Roman's resolve.

He hesitated, hand still hovering near his lightsaber, the cool metal a poor comfort against the intensity of his gaze. Roman reminded himself of his training, of the Jedi principles that urged him to confront fear--not flee from it.

"What could you possibly teach me?" he replied, forcing the words through clenched teeth. There was a tremor in his voice, betraying his apprehension, but he had to stand firm.

Roman took a cautious step forward, his instincts screaming to turn and run, but a strange curiosity--the same impulse that fueled his desire to learn the ways of the Force--pulled him closer. He could not let fear dictate his path. "What do you want from me? Who are you?"

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Tag: Diarch Reign

 

[Diarch Reign]

The Dark Lord smiled at the young Jedi. His curiosity outweighing his common sense, as he stepped closer. "There are many lessons I can teach you. Some you can learn now, and others...later"

Stepping fully towards the young man, Darth Reign took an appraisal of him. Tall, taller than the Sith Lord by just a bit, well built, and Reign had been correct, a royal by his bearing. The Padawan had power, that was for sure, but it was unrefined. He would make a strong Jedi Knight one day.

"Who am I? My name is Darth Reign, Dark Lord of the Sith and Lord of the Diarchy." Reign took a deep bow "As for what I want from you? That is simple, I want you to become more powerful. You have a wealth of untapped potential my friend, surely you must know this? I can help you reach that potential." The Dark Lord was under no impression that he could tempt the Padawan to fall, but, worth a shot he thought.

Pausing for a moment, Darth Reign gathered his thoughts. He would not harm the young man, he did want to face him when he came into his power. Remembering how the Jedi slipped into the shadows he was reminded of a Jedi with a similar skill that he had encountered not long ago. Reflecting he said "You have some skill in becoming unseen, but, that is of no use against another being touched by the force. While I could not physically see you, you broadcasted your location to me within the force." Taking a tone similar to that which he would use when training his own daughters, the Sith Lord began to pace.

"To truly disappear from one's enemies, you must know how to hide your presence in the force as well. You may heard tale of it being called Force Stealth, or Force Concealment, but we of the Sith call it Quey'Tek meditation. You need to shrink your presence in the force down, to microscopic levels. Focus inward on yourself, concealing it from other force users. Try it now, meditate deep on making your presence so invisible, you yourself almost do not feel it." Darth Reign watched the Padawan closely, seeing if he would follow the direction.

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

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Roman stood in the shadow of the narrow alleyway, his senses heightened, heart pounding in his chest. A few moments ago, he had felt the pull of the Force guide him here, unaware of the danger lurking. Now, the air crackled with tension as the Dark Lord, Darth Reign, stepped closer, an enigmatic smile adorning his face.

Roman felt a mixture of intrigue and wariness. He could have fled, but the gravity of the Sith Lord's presence held him firm; curiosity wrestled with instinct inside him. "What do you want?" he heard himself ask, though he wasn't sure if he truly desired to know the answer.

"You have much to learn, young Jedi," Reign replied, his voice smooth like silk, yet with an underlying current of darkness. Was it really a lesson he sought to impart, or was it a trap? Roman's instincts screamed caution, yet there was something dangerously compelling about the way Reign spoke--he promised power, mastery of self, control over the chaotic energies that coursed through him.

When Reign spoke of "Force Stealth" and "Quey'Tek meditation," Roman felt a spark of hope. The idea of becoming a shadow, unseen and undetected, appealed to him. He had struggled with his presence in the Force; too often he felt like a beacon rather than the whisper he aspired to be. It sure would have helped him avoid this situation.

"Why are you showing me this? Is this a game to you?" Roman challenged, though he couldn't entirely hide the intrigue in his voice.

Roman hesitated, internal conflict roiling within him. Could he trust a Dark Lord? The stories of the Sith were filled with betrayal and deceit. But if he didn't at least entertain this moment, what might happen to him? What if this was his chance to learn something invaluable?

With a deep breath, Roman squared his shoulders, preparing to attempt the meditation Reign had mentioned. He closed his eyes, seeking to focus inward, even as the looming figure of the Dark Lord remained a powerful presence nearby. He thought of the way shadows swallowed light, of how silence surrounded sound. Uncertainty hung in the air, but he understood: some lessons could only be learned by finding the courage to walk into darkness.

"Alright," Roman said, tone steady. "I'll try."

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Tag: Diarch Reign

 

[Diarch Reign]

Darth Reign laughed, actually laughed out loud, at the Jedi's question. "I am showing you this, because I believe that true strength lies in power shared. I have a skill that you need. A power that, when shared, will make you greater." the Dark Lord did not let on, that while yes it was a sort of game to him, it was only because no one would believe the young apprentice that he had this encounter and learned the skill from a Sith Lord.

Reign watched as the Padawan attempted the meditation he had outlined. Pacing slightly back and forth across the alley. The Dark Lord had to admit, he was genuinely impressed with the learner. He had diminished his bright presence in the force to a dull shine, still work to be done, but impressive with the Sith looming over him on his first attempt.

Putting a hand on the meditating Padawan's shoulder, The Dark Lord spoke again in a fatherly tone "Good.. That's good my young friend. You have nearly halved your presence in the force, use of this in our initial meeting would have made it much harder for me to track you. I would like you to try again, but I will demonstrate the full effectiveness of Quey'Tek for you before you begin."

With that, The Dark Lord closed his eyes briefly, smothering his strength in the force, burying it down until it was virtually nothing. Seeming to the younger man, just another person, not the Dark Lord that he had so feared before. Opening his eyes, he looked at Roman and smiled. Appearing now as nothing more than a well dressed lord of some family. "Mastery of this technique will also help you to avoid manipulation through the force by others. Now please, my friend. Try again"

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Vaal | Marketplace Alleyway
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Diarch Reign

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The Dark Lord's laughter echoed around them, a sound that both unnerved and intrigued him. It felt surreal to be here, about to learn from a feared being in the galaxy. Yet there was an unexpected warmth in Reign's demeanor that made Roman's apprehension waver, if only slightly.

As Reign placed a hand on his shoulder, Roman shuddered involuntarily. It was an instinctive reaction, born from the long-standing teachings of the Jedi that had always warned against the corruption of the Dark Side. But then he felt it -- a strange reassurance in Reign's grip that grounded him, pulling him back from his trepidation.

Taking a deep breath, Roman focused on the Dark Lord's words, letting them penetrate the thick fog of his anxiety. He closed his eyes, his mind wandering to images of calm oceans, serene skies, and endless horizons. The Jedi had taught him that true strength came from within, and he had always believed in that. Yet now, Reign was introducing him to a different kind of power -- a strength that could be shared.

On cue, Reign closed his eyes and drew inward, veiling his powerful presence in the Force until it was as if he'd vanished entirely. Roman felt an overwhelming sense of awe as he stood in the presence of someone who, only moments earlier, had been a looming shadow of terror. Now, he could only sense the remnants of some energy that lingered, a smaller force that wasn't the man before him, maybe Reign had friends?

When Reign's demonstration was complete, Roman opened his eyes, feeling invigorated and yet uncertain. He nodded slowly, absorbing the lesson, the weight of the Dark Lord's words settling in his mind. "I-I understand. I will try again." he said, his voice steady but soft.

This time, Roman sank into the meditative state once more, applying the lessons learned. He focused on diminishing his own presence, reciting the steps that Reign had outlined. He felt the familiar energy of the Force swirling around him, and with every breath, he pushed his own essence downward, seeking that inner tranquility he had come to value so deeply.

As he emerged from the meditation, he opened his eyes to find Reign watching him with a hint of approval. It wasn't perfect, but he could sense a tangible difference--a subtle shift, like the first rays of sunlight breaking through a dense fog.

"I... I did better this time, didn't I?" Roman asked, pride bubbling beneath his trepidation.

 

[Diarch Reign]

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Again, the Dark Lord had to be impressed, it was almost as if the boy had disappeared completely. Clapping his hands together he looked at the young man with pride. "That was much better. You were nearly gone that attempt. If you keep at this, no one will be able to find you. Even me." He said with a smile. He could sense some of the tension leave the Padawan. It appeared Reign had begun to earn his trust.

The Dark Lord extended his hand, offering it to the Padawan. "You have done well my young friend. I sense that you will become a great Jedi as you come into your own power." He could feel the pride exuding off the young man.

He had taken an interest in the learner, and would make an effort to remain in contact, checking in on his training. What had started as a game, had grown to a slight affection, the Padawan's earnest desire to become greater and his quick study had impressed Darth Reign. "Come, walk with me. You can meet my children. They will not harm you" Reign had clocked his daughters approaching the alleyway, no doubt alarmed by his sudden disappearance. Reign had a goal with the introduction, he wanted this padawan to see he was not solely a Sith Lord and this "dark monster" that the Jedi would have him believe. He wanted to earn the trust of the Jedi.

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Vaal | Marketplace
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Diarch Reign

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Roman stepped out from the shadows, the lingering thrill of accomplishment coursed through him. The Dark Lord's words echoed in his mind, a mix of disbelief and pride swelling inside him. He had surprised even himself with his ability to fade into the ether, and the thought sent a shiver of excitement down his spine. He felt lighter with the knowledge that he was gaining the Dark Lord's respect, a sentiment he had not anticipated when he had first embarked on this unusual mentorship.

"Come, walk with me," Darth Reign beckoned again, his tone amicable. There was something both intimidating and reassuring about the Dark Lord that drew Roman in as he followed closely behind, his heart racing with both nervousness and exhilaration.

As they ventured farther out of the alleyway, Roman caught sight of two figures emerging from a swirling veil of dim light, their silhouettes gradually sharpening into focus. They were young girls, perhaps not much older than he was, with an aura of innocence in stark contrast to the darkened surroundings and the formidable presence of their father.

His mind raced with questions--were they also Force-sensitive? How did they feel about their father and the power he wielded? The girls exchanged glances, and in that moment, Roman felt as if he was stepping into a new world, one that danced on the edge of light and dark.

"Hello..." Roman greeted with a tense yet respectful bow. "I'm Roman. It's a pleasure to meet you both." His curiosity bubbled over, and he leaned closer, eyes wide.

 

[Diarch Reign]

Shadows of Vaal

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Stepping out of the alleyway, Darth Reign motioned to his daughters. Summoning them forward. He did make a note of the similarity in age between his oldest daughter at 16, and the young jedi.

As the Jedi introduced himself, Lord Reign's daughters bowed low, similar to their father and introduced themselves.
Lady Nightmare, his eldest stepping forward first.

"Lady Nightmare, if our father has not destroyed you, you must have caught his eye. Thus, you have our respect as well. Nice to meet you" Nightmare calm and calculated as ever.

Lady Shadow on the other hand, the younger daughter at 13, and far more aggressive. Came right up to the learner. "I am shadow. If Father believes you worth our time, you must be powerful, I hope we will have the opportunity to test that out!"

Darth Reign smiled at his daughters, still feeling the fatherly affection that had spurred their trip to this place. Turning to the young Jedi he spoke softly. "These are my daughters, as well as my apprentices. I have trained them since they were old enough to walk. They would be your contemporaries within the Jedi order had they not been born to me. I believe there is much you could learn from each other. Tell me, as I was raised a Sith as well, what is it like being a youth in the Jedi Order?"

The Dark Lord clasped his hands behind his back and walked back to the stalls, admiring the wares from the locals and laughing with his daughters. From time to time he would smile at the young Jedi as well, welcoming him to spend time with his family.

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Vaal | Marketplace
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Diarch Reign

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Roman stood before the trio, his heart a tumult of curiosity and caution. In the warm light of the midday sun filtering through the bustling market square, he found himself engaged with a family unlike any he had encountered.

With a respectful nod and a slight bow, he addressed the two young women. "It's an honor to meet both of you," he said, his voice steady despite the anxiety fluttering in the pit of his stomach. "Lady Nightmare and Lady Shadow..."

He paused, quickly gathering his thoughts. "Being a student in the Jedi Order carries its challenges, to be sure. The trials can be demanding--both mental and physical. But it is rewarding. We learn not just about the Force, but about ourselves and our place in the galaxy. My peers, my friends, we share struggles and victories alike, which makes the journey worthwhile."

He turned back to Darth Reign, whose imposing presence was softened by the playful banter shared between him and his daughters. "I can imagine it was not easy for either of your daughters. To be trained in such a way must pose its own set of unique challenges." Roman smiled slightly, glancing at the sisters with genuine interest. "I would love to hear how you each balance your training with life outside of it. How do you navigate the complexities of your lineage while mastering your skills?"

In this moment, the tension melted away, replaced by a brotherhood born of a shared commitment to their respective paths. Roman felt an odd kinship with Reign's daughters, as if their destinies, while distinct, were intertwined by the threads of power and potential that connected all Force users.

 

[Diarch Reign]

Darth Reign smiled and the young man. Genuine warmth being felt for him. It had been a fruitful stop after all. He turned to speak to the youth “The life of a Jedi seems very…soft.. it is not how we Sith are brought about. But, we are doing our best to change that where I am from.”

Motioning to his daughters, “bid farewell to our new friend” as his apprentices snapped to attention and bowed, saying in unison “Until we meet again Padawan Roman”

Removing a data card from his robes, the Dark Lord extended his hand to Roman. Saying “the answer to your question must wait for another time. This data card carries my personal contact information, should you ever find yourself in need a of a friend.. or another lesson” he said with a smile. “do not hesitate to call, I will be there”

With that he turned and left the young man, making his way back to his shuttle and to his awaiting fleet and duties as Lord of the Diarchy.

Roman Vossari

 

[Roman Vossari]

Vaal | Marketplace
Lightsaber: X | Armor: X | Training: X | Casual: X
Tags: Diarch Reign

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Roman took the data card from Darth Reign's outstretched hand, a mix of confusion and intrigue washed over him. The sleek, dark surface of the card felt almost electric in his palm--a tangible connection to a world he had only glimpsed through rumors and cautionary tales. He tucked it into his pocket, feeling a sense of weight that belied its small size.

He watched as Reign's daughters, radiating an energy that was both playful and disciplined, bowed gracefully, their movements a testament to their training. "Until we meet again, Padawan Roman," they had said in unison, their voices harmonizing like a well-rehearsed choir, leaving a lingering echo in the air.

Roman couldn't help but smile, the warmth and genuine affection they had shown him igniting a spark of curiosity within. The life of a Jedi, often portrayed as serene and gentle, suddenly felt too monochrome in contrast to the vibrant palette of this unexpected encounter. It was a reminder that there were many paths to strength, and an uncharted depth in the dark side that he had yet to comprehend.

He stood in the bustling marketplace, the smells of fried snacks and the sounds of merchants hawking their wares wrapping around him like a cloak. The Reign family seemed to fade into the crowd, swallowed by a sea of faces and noise, leaving only the imprint of their brief visit lingering in his thoughts. They had captured his curiosity in a way he hadn't anticipated, rendering him momentarily lost in contemplation.

"I hadn't expected to learn something today," he murmured to himself, the vibrant chaos of the market momentarily dimming as he reflected on the encounter. He felt a connection to these strangers, one that transcended the conventions of light and dark.

With a renewed sense of purpose, Roman turned away from the path of their disappearance. He still had much to learn, and perhaps, somewhere in the future, he would have the chance to bridge the divide between their worlds. For now, he would carry this lesson close to his heart, a reminder that every encounter, even the most unlikely, could illuminate the path ahead.