We are merely passing through…

[Darth Timoris]

Tython was always a magnet. For Sith and Jedi alike there was a draw from the planet. And now Melori stood on the top floor of the Academy for the Duelling Arts she’d designed and looked around.

It was perfect for the reason it was created. The basement would become a Sisterhood base if they were on the planet but this was somewhere Melori would ideally spend time if she got the chance. Reverance and Darth Ferus agreed to duel to open it and the first opportunity they got, she’d hold them to their promise.

But for now she glanced at the perfect but empty building she’d designed having levelled the old Je’daii Temple she’d demolished by herself on this very site. Admittedly the design drew heavily from the Temple of Exar Kun, but she had the vision to build it here and to crash three floors into one to build this perfect stage for duels.

As she wandered around she felt a presence. Sith often came visiting – but typically they had warned her prior to coming. Not all the time of course, just most of it.

So she listened for footsteps to indicate someone was walking up the large staircase from the ground floor and wondered who might be here – and more importantly, why now? She did not believe in luck or fate – but sometimes things happened at the most opportune moments.

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[Keziah Denko]

Keziah was a complete and total mess to put it plain and simple. She had been used and abused by men time and time again. She had believed in happily ever after and had though found such happiness until it was taken away. The young woman hadn't been strong enough to protect herself and children from a second attack. In this instance Keziah had lost the one thing left that she had truly cared about. No more, she would go though this pain and stand up for herself and take total control of the situation. She needed to take control of her life.

Tython was a planet that she hadn't been too before but for some reason Kezzy was drawn to this planet. It spoke to her for reasons they young one couldn't understand. Told her she could find all of her answers here so in one last ditch effort to do something with herself.

She found herself wandering around a new looking building. There wasn't anything special about it though it looked like a training facility and smelled of Sith. It was something that used to bug her but Keziah had as of late gotten quite over it. This was a Sith world now after all so it was something she expected.

Her force powers were something that she wasn't really in tune with so as Keziah walked up the stairs she didn't expect to come face to face with someone. Instead of doing or saying anything the young girl just froze hoping maybe she wouldn't be noticed. The last thing she wanted was trouble.

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[Darth Timoris]

As the footsteps drew closer, Melori sensed a Dark-sided presence. It wasn’t as strong as a Sith Lord’s – and probably not a Knight – but she sensed something else. It was…a steely determination and it reminded her of…herself.

Who knew the person’s background, but already – in a split second – she was able to formulate a plan in her head. She was a newly appointed Knight and must take an Apprentice. It was the Sith way. The concept the person might already have a Master or not be appropriate was not even registering in her mind.

Finally a figure came through the door. It was a woman with red hair. This was all she took in and all she needed to. Here was a potential Acolyte and – as importantly – a potential Sister of the Covenant. Their goals were complimentary – it truly felt like fate had brought them together – not that Melori had time for romantic notions.

“I am Darth Timori.” She was still getting used to using her given name. She revelled in it, no longer having to use only her first name for fear of the reaction her true surname would provoke – or even her taken name given that sister’s defection to the Jedi.

She walked up to the girl – her simple black robes and cloak swishing as she walked. They may have been the same age but it mattered little to Melori. She was the Knight and the potential Master. She could feel the power of the Force burning in the woman in front of her, fuelled by grief and rage and hatred. It was perfect, truly perfect.

“Who are you?” she demanded, her voice low and calm but carrying a steel thread of threat, her baby blue eyes cold and impassive.

Was she the one? Had the Force led her back to this Academy? Had it brought her here at this exact moment simply so she could find her Apprentice? She asked the final, most important question. “Do you know the ways of the Force? Do you understand the true nature of the Dark-side? More importantly, are you prepared to learn?”

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