B E A C O N
It struck her odd that this intruder would mistake her with a Jedi - she wore a black cowl that covered much of the top of her face, shadowing the rest with an exception of her cybernetic eyes, and was holding a rather large sith sword in her hand - though she assumed he must not have any knowledge on such alchemical creations if he wasn't aware that she was a Sith. She didn't take affront to the slight, although it irked her, The face of an Umbaran was a sight to behold - not in the pleasant way, at all. The last Umbaran she'd had the displeasure of meeting was affectionately referred to by her as "Darth Anus" - which suited the Sith Lord-turned Dark Jedi much more than "Janus", which was just begging to be poked fun at. She didn't consider herself prejudice, but she found the pale species to be rather uninviting, assuming, and downright arrogant to a fault. She allowed her gaze to fall to the floor and narrowed her eyes. "I am no Jedi." Silara replied sharply, wondering how she would have reacted in her temperamental youth, as she thought back for a brief moment to a time when she was one of the voices of the Dark Lord of the One Sith. She hadn't exactly "abandoned" the title, it would have meant death to do so, but her fall to inactivity and then disappearance from the galaxy pulled her name from the position. When Teferi Obauldi declared her husband and her to be dead it only helped to pull her away from scrutiny, though she was no less a Sith Lord now than she was during the height of her career within the tyrannical organization.
She had no name to give him, not her real name in the least, and wondered if she'd give him one of the names she'd given herself after she had killed her master, Darth Mierin. Who would she be today? Darth Sinna? Vitium? Neither name fit the matured woman any longer, they seemed too adolescent, too inexperienced. Her eyes closed and she took in a long, heavy, breath. "I am Darth Atrophia." She rasped, christening herself at last. Sinna had been a false name, an alias used during her time as an assassin and intelligence agent for the One Sith during her youth, and Vitium was meant to be used more as a title than a prefix, eventually being utilized as her "darth" name even while it was not. There were two people in the galaxy that had known of her Darth name, the true one - as she spoke it now that number growing to three. The Dark Lord and her husband, Alric Kuhn. Perhaps by now Isolda and the rest would have learned it, if they cared, but she doubted they would have put any effort into learning something so irrelevant.
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She had no name to give him, not her real name in the least, and wondered if she'd give him one of the names she'd given herself after she had killed her master, Darth Mierin. Who would she be today? Darth Sinna? Vitium? Neither name fit the matured woman any longer, they seemed too adolescent, too inexperienced. Her eyes closed and she took in a long, heavy, breath. "I am Darth Atrophia." She rasped, christening herself at last. Sinna had been a false name, an alias used during her time as an assassin and intelligence agent for the One Sith during her youth, and Vitium was meant to be used more as a title than a prefix, eventually being utilized as her "darth" name even while it was not. There were two people in the galaxy that had known of her Darth name, the true one - as she spoke it now that number growing to three. The Dark Lord and her husband, Alric Kuhn. Perhaps by now Isolda and the rest would have learned it, if they cared, but she doubted they would have put any effort into learning something so irrelevant.
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