Where Days are Dark...

[Felicity Vorana]

The crowd... Shouting, swearing, screaming... All were waiting for something... Something bad, something that would be spoken for years. Looking at the rocks, lightsabers and a wooden place that was above from everyone else. Two scary looking giants were both waiting at two sides that place, their eyes were burning with an urge to kill. And Trixy was standing in the middle of them, some kind of fear and hope could be read from her face. And there... Two familiar figures were coming, or slowly brought by the Sith in the dark clothes. "Kill them... Kill them... Kill them... Kill the traitors!" All she could hear from the crowd, but she was promised... She was promised that no harm would come to them. They wouldn't do this. Judgement... Law and order... What if they were not her parents... What would she think about them? Why would she think... She was just a tool for the Empire, she had the job to point the way and she had to do it without asking, she didn't have the right to think. How could she know...

The judgement continued, continued for 5 hours. People were getting crazy, all were shouting, shouting and shouting... If only they knew that the rebellion was for their own good. But no... People loved others to suffer, and they didn't have to think for themselves, because the Empire was thinking for them. But was that really simple? Her parents have been tortured, mocked and worse, she watched them as they raped her mother in front of everyone. If she had eyes she would cry right now, but only she could do was waiting until they got exiled from the Empire. They were going to be okay after all this. The Sith made the choice at last, after humiliating them all, taking all the respect they gained back from them... Execution... Execution by their own daughter's hands... She was a tool, she had been given an order, she had to obey. But how could anyone do this to their parents? The time slowed down as the people pushed her to the ladder that leads to the wooden area, one of the giants gave her a lightsaber... And she killed them... She was a tool... How could she disobey?

A rainy day for the dark alley of Korriban that became her home for 6 years. She was walking as the rain slowly touched her hair, she scratched her head, that she couldn't have a proper bath for years and her purple hair was a mess. After surviving this much, one had to sacrifice from her luxury, she had to use what she could find and the rain was a perfect chance to be her shower. She continued to walk towards the alley, back to the place she was staying. The leather greatcoat that she "found" from one of the merchants was keeping her body warm, as it kept the rain from touching to her skin. 6 years... 6 years of running from everyone... How many she killed... How many arts she has made... She stopped counting when she reached 30... Why were they still searching for her, what was their problem? Why couldn't they just stop bothering her and let her live without killing... No... She didn't want that life anymore. Judgement? Law? Order? No... Chaos. She loved to create chaos here and there, leading the Sith to herself. She smiled evilly, as she felt someone was behind her, slowly following her from the crowds. She continued to walk normally, like she didn't suspect anything, and then turned to the pitch black dark side street. She knew this place. She knew where to hide, where to surprise her victims. One more masterpiece to add to her Art Gallery...

[member="Asterion"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Dreshdae, the one of very few settlements on Korriban was large enough to warrant it looking and feeling like a city away from the harsh, barren landscapes of the rest of the planet. It was a make shift establishment of taverns, hangouts, small units for traders and smugglers and a handful of seedy entertainment for a few well-earned credits. It was much like Mos Eisley on the desert world of Tatooine, but far more dangerous if you weren’t familiar to the planet itself or the darkness inhabited by it.

Asterion was often seeking solace in Dreshdae, using many of the small hangouts populated with passing traders and pilots to study the Sith and the Force itself. Acting without a Master and still looking for a place in the galaxy, he himself was wiser, stronger and more careful than he had been years ago under Lady Kyros and the Sith Order.

Fascinated by the Sith lore, the rules and regulations that sealed their fate over the decades – nay, eons – Asterion was more open-minded than he had been but was adamant to continue learning, developing and absorbing Sith knowledge and the control of the Force that bound all life together.

Sitting on the edge of the hangout, half in the dusk sun beating down on the city, Asterion was people watching as he often did. While studying the Sith, he also had a duty to seek out those gifted with the Force who stood in the way of progress and development of the rising Empire of the Hand whom had caught his eye. While not officially signed to their faction, it was a stepping stone to see just what lay beyond the Sith Order itself.

One such signature he was watching was the Miralukan girl sauntering past him, dressed in a black greatcoat and contrasting wonderfully with her purple hair and the plate covering her vacant eye sockets. A strange race, but one that had great Force ability and history, the Miralukan girl was walking with an air of confidence and knowledge that she was being followed by a Rodian. Evidently in her twenties, so he guessed for standard age, she looked…dangerous.

Latching on to those with a darker aura than most, case in question; the Miralukan, Asterion stood as the two passed him and cloaked himself in the Force to detach himself as any threat – he just wanted to watch, because he didn’t recognise the girl from the planet he had called his home for years. Dressed in black Knight armour and cowl, Asterion took casual steps forward, not looking or feeling too out of place in the city and watched as the girl took a diversion into a side street, and the Rodian followed.

A smirk crossed his face, and he stood at the lip of the street, leaning on the sandstone wall and peering around the corner just to see what this girl was made of.


[member="Trixy Dezamra"]

 

[Felicity Vorana]

As the Rodian slowly followed her to the dark streets, her urge to kill continued to grow. But, there was no fun killing him quickly, she smiled evilly and continued to watch him from the shadows, like a predator watching her prey to attack in time. His force signature was shaky, he could try to lie and act tough, but the Force inside could never lie. "Come on... Come on out... I kn..." He hiccuped. "you are here." You know I am here... But you don't know where I am... "You can't scare me like this." You are already scared... It's only a matter of time that you piss your pants. He continued to talk empty words, probably trying to calm himself down. "You know what... I am not going to bring you there alive, I'll be sure to burn your brain. I have been paaid for this." His voice shaking was giving her a great satisfaction. She laughed to his miserable state. A mercenary? A coward mercenary Rodian trying to hunt down the chaos? She was expecting more from the Sith, he was the worst mercenary that they sent to hunt her. Maybe they were out of the credits. Who knows? Pathetic... Simply pathetic. But he was trying to be brave at least, and she could respect that. Brave? What brave? He was a miserable fool, and he was going to pay the price. Maybe this art wasn't a masterpiece as she thought.

She started to move slowly out from the darkness, and move to the middle area that comes a little light from his shiny armor. "Hello." She said, with a fake smile on her face. Executioner... Judgement... Vengeance... "Here you are." he said, trying to aim his huge blaster at her. "Now don't... move and let me kill you." she laughed at his dumb request. Really? "No no no... Not so fast, champion. Let me meet my victim first." she said, with the same monotone, cold tone of her. The fact that the Rodian couldn't say or do anything out of fear was making her bored. She wanted to kill him right there, but no fun doing that, right? So she continued to speak, making his fear her toy. "Such naiveness... I suppose they didn't really tell you who I am, right? That's why you are here, with a blaster, trying to stop me. Let me tell you." She moved slowly towards him in a seductive, but intimidating way, her smile didn't disappear. She slowly touched his face, feeling the burning skin. "Mad Miralukan... The exile... Purple Haired Beast... The executioner... The survivor... I love the last. Suits me." The Rodian tried to speak, his voice shaking with fear. "What... what are you going to do to me?" Now now... He finally realized what kind of danger she was. "I suppose... What am I not going to do to you, would be an easier question to answer." Her fake smile vanished as she felt his punch was coming towards her. She easily dodged it and caught his hand on the air, with all seriousness and a death stare, she talked. "Wrong move."

She laughed as he struggled to break free from her grip. He was swearing, swearing and swearing. No big deal... She dealed with so many of them, trying to get away from her but no one could manage it. Besides, it was more fun when they struggled. She kicked his right leg, still holding his hand, causing him to fell to the ground. The sound of his screams and the broken bones of his arm... Like a music to her ears. She punched, punched and punched his face until it became a blood pool. "You could die easily, you have chosen the hard way." "Please let me go.. Please..." The pleas of him reminded her the past, it was the same pleas that Trixy made when they chose to kill her parents. "There is death for the ones opposed the law. No exceptions." she answered his pleas, as the Sith masters told her years ago. Then activating her lightsaber, she cut his chest area, slowly... Making him scream... She laughed like a maniac, she loved to hear his screams, the screams faded slowly, as she cut deeper and deeper, seconds later, there was only a lifeless meat standing there, not the Rodian anymore. Mission completed... The art was done... Out of breath, she slowly stood up, she washed the blood on her hands with the rain and then felt a presence in the Force, like there was someone else here. She slowly turned to the presence she felt, seeing man that was watching them, and seen all the killing. "Was a friend of yours?" she asked to him, showing the corpse with her eyes. Why didn't she feel him before?

[member="Asterion"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Asterion watched the theatrics before him, taking in the brutality and wild lack of control the girl was showing. Carrying a crimson blade and murdering didn’t make you a Sith, and although she was strong with Force aura, he couldn’t pin-point her signature. It was disturbing, untamed and dangerous.

Perfect.

Problem was, here was a girl blind to the world around her but using the Force to paint a picture of where she was and who she was against. He couldn’t imagine how that must feel, or look, but she was naturally strong if she could live with such an ailment. But it didn’t mean she was naturally strong in controlling the Force just because her vision was enhanced by it. Two names sprang to mind from the many months of study Asterion had taken on who were Miraluka; Darth Nihilus and Jerec. Both followers of the Dark Side who proved sight was just another luxury one didn’t need when you had the Force.

”No friend of mine, sweetheart.”

Coming around the corner, he looked past the girl and saw the body of the Rodian eerily convulsing, and in all his time as a Sith he had never seen a mutilation like this carried out by someone so young and obviously unhinged. He looked back, taking in her quirky hair colour and visor.

”You gonna try that with me?”

He pulled back his cowl covering the Sith armour to reveal his lightsaber hilt, silver and brown and crafted for efficient use with both hands for maximum power.

”What are you doing here on Korriban – what are seeking, because if it is death, then you’ve just found it.”


[member="Trixy Dezamra"]

 

[Felicity Vorana]

As the man slowly moved to the light, she felt his dark and a little unstable aura, but it was strange because she couldn't read him well, as if he was like a ghost, and only his signature and flesh was there, his thoughts were absent. As she examined him carefully, she realized that he had a muscular and a big body, possibly he was strong too. And the Force that he was showing... it was incredible. The way it is going, she would be proud to add him to her gallery. He was nothing like she've met before, he looked like human, but he was more, she was sure of that. She slowly smiled, as he continued to talk. "I am glad to hear that. Now if you'll excuse me..." She activated her lightsaber and slowly started to cut the Rodian's body, drawing a "T". It was her signature, she would leave the body in the open, hoping the Sith would understand not to mess with her. But they never learned... And she was always good at teaching. "And I am not your sweetheart."

As she saw his lightsaber, her smile vanished. A Sith... She left her guard open to her enemy? Pathetic. She didn't feel he was a Sith before, what was happening to her vision? Who was he? 'What' was he? She slowly turned her saber to him and started to talk. "I don't know, should I use it? Look. I don't know who you are and why you are here... But I know what will happen next. You see that body over there?" She laughed evilly, as she was imagining what a great art he could be. "What I do and what I seek is not your concern. It's not wise for a Sith to mind anybody else's business. It can be dangerous, you know. Didn't they teach you that?" She said, her voice was cold and sharp, especially when she said Sith.

"Leave me alone and let me finish my job. For your sake." She threatened him, not to taunt him but she hoped that he would just ignore her and do his own business, because she felt her vision was getting a little blurry. And one more fight, especially with such a man like him, she would be blinded for hours. But she was ready for everything, because she already survived for 6 years, and she didn't go blind for a year now. She remembered the first time she lost her vision, a scary, disturbing event. She was lucky because she wasn't in a fight, she was training... Maybe it was just a one moment weakness, but only way to find out... was waiting now. She carefully watched him to make his move, she was sure that things would go badly any second.

[member="Asterion"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

As the girl spoke, Asterion could feel her wild, un-tamed Force energy but also simply hear the cracks in her mind forming. She felt threatened, but she wasn’t scared and she was unpredictable enough and a sadist.

Looking to the smoking corpse, still smoldering from the burns of the saber blade, Asterion walked forward to have a closer look at the perverse signature, raising his eyes and a face of sheer disbelief and uncertainty at her.

”You really are un-hinged aren’t you.”

It wasn’t a question.

”And this is my home, and when kids like you think they know the galaxy because you’ve been hard done by and lost your folks, then big deal, kid, because it’s happened more brutally and savagely to a million more people who’ve become something great because of it.”

He turned to her and stepped over to her, keeping a bit of distance in case she snapped.

”And it’s clear you have no idea about the Sith, or anything else for that matter if you leave little tricks like that on your corpses. A Rodian with a blaster. Wow. I’d like to see you try that with me and get away with it. Come on.”

Asterion pushed back his cowl and held out his hands, beckoning her. If there was one way to gauge a person and their reaction and control of the Force, it was this. It had worked with Nejaa, and now he knew it would work with this girl. If the Empire of the Hand was a threat to her, he would remove her. But if she showed something else, then maybe he could use her.

”Come on, kid. You talk the talk, let’s see you use that perception and cut into me like I’m a weak little Rodian runt with a blaster.”


[member="Trixy Dezamra"]

 

[Felicity Vorana]

"How did you find my art? It looks pretty fine for me, but it was easy. I will not call it art, it was just pathetic." She smiled evilly. He was a little difficult to read, but she could understand what he was feeling right now. Curiousity... A little confusion... and proudness. Hmm... why was he feeling proud? This Sith was full of surprises and she was enjoying to think how a good art he could be. "These little tricks that I left let me become who I am now. I lead the Sith to me, and I surprise them. And then I kill them." She stopped for a moment, then she smiled. "And you can be just like him. No... not like him... You can make a better art." Then hearing his voice once more, the things he said caused her to see her parents' execution once again, like a flashback. And she made a fist, out of anger. "YOU! You don't know anything about me. You don't know what I lost and what I lived. So don't... don't even say you know people like me." She was getting angrier and she let him know. She held her hand near to her lightsaber, because she was sure that the things were going to get bad.

She sighed, and prepared herself for an attack, disabling any signatures and concentrating just on him. "You think I am weak? That Rodian was an insult for me. I killed inquisitors, I killed my kin. And I didn't even break a sweat." Her voice got darker and louder as the words continued to flow. "You want a fight, huh? Fine then, you got one. YOU... GOT... ONE." She let a shout escape her mouth and activated her lightsaber, and started to spin it, creating a defensive but effective stance. It worked on most of them, and it would work on him too. She slowly closed the distance between them as she continued to take small steps. "Just try not to spell your blood on my jacket. It's new."

[member="Asterion"]

 

[Stephanie Swail]

Such anger, such hate – all focused on nothing. Asterion grinned as she spat words louder and louder, each one a wild venomous attack of insults and threats, all falling on deaf ears.

How much she reminded the Knight of himself when he had been summoned before Lord Kyros a good few years ago. She had put him in his place, and now Asterion could finally do the same. It was evident to him how Kyros must have felt seeing someone so untamed and eager to fight when all they were doing was embarrassing themselves before one who held and controlled the Force as it should.

Instead of igniting his saber to ready for her crimson blade, Asterion simply stood as she took small steps. She was so focused on him, she had cut everything else off around her.

Time to hurt.

Focusing behind the girl, Asterion pulled a number of metal crates up with the Force and brought them towards her back, impacting with a sickening crunch into her, sending her stumbling forward with a cry.

All the fancy handling of a saber was reduced to nothing the second the user lost grip and it deactivated, as hers now did as it rolled over the floor, extinguishing the blade with a hum.

Asterion simply stood and applied an invisible pressure on the girls back with the Force, pinning her to the damp ground.

”So, tell me, all those fancy words and anger, what was that for?”

His boot stepped onto her hand, splayed out before her.

”Blind in sight, blind in control.”

He pushed down with his boot, and knelt beside her as she writhed, twitched and shook to free herself, sitting on a volcano of rage.

”You talked too much and failed to take in your surroundings.”

Asterion called her hilt to his hand and snap-hissed the blade to life, illuminated his stubbled face with the blood-red glow. Rising, the Sith Knight stood over her for a second before tracing her own crimson blade across the base of her back, slicing through the jacket and the flesh with a satisfying sizzle of burning skin. Not enough to tear into the muscle, but enough give her a nice scar and flurry of pain.

”A little present to remember me by. A reminder of how your stupid rage cost you your dignity.”

Asterion killed the blade, a satisfied look on his face. He brought his boot and pressed down on the smouldering burn on her young back.


[member="Trixy Dezamra"]

 

[Felicity Vorana]

The fact that he was doing nothing was making her angrier. Surviving on her own in a cruel galaxy, that made her sharp and a little crazy, for that she could lose herself in seconds. She was living that right now, only focusing on him and closing herself to the whole world. What's he doing, why didn't he move... The questions continued to keep moving and moving in her head, he was a tough one, she couldn't read what he was capable of so she was just attacking blindly to him. He had a strange signature around him, nothing humane, he was like a monster trapped in a human's body, or she thought. As she continued to move towards him she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head, immediately dropping her lightsaber, in shock of what just happened, she suddenly fell to the ground, feeling a great pressure on her. "Owww KARK!!"

"Let me go! Let me go NOW!" She continued to try to move, only to fail and look like a fish that just left the water. As his large boots stepped on her hand, she felt defeated and helpless, but also angry like she was never before. The fact that the truth of his words were causing more pain then his boots. Only taking care of mercenaries and acolytes, she was never ready to face someone with this kind of Force. All that words that she said before was because she knew she wasn't ready and she was just trying to fire herself up. She continued to swear out of pain and anger, as seeing now her saber is slowly flying towards his hand. "I am going to kill y...." Her words were cut as she felt a great pain on her back, he was cutting her with her own blade. Right before a scream escape her mouth, she stopped it. She tried to endure it, not to give him any satisfaction. "I... I am going to... you karking... You ruined my!..." She couldn't finish her words out of pain.

She was in that situation because of herself, her own stupidity and blindness, which was pretty ironic because she was a Miralukan. Her breathing speed was very fast, in order not to shout and give him any more satisfaction, she was already in a bad situation already. But acting tough was not helping too. One more time she tried to move and escape from his grip, but he was pretty strong. She was now thinking more clearly, and understood that acting tough wasn't helping anything. Sighing sadly, she gave up, all those years later, she was really feeling the fear, and she was a mess from blood lost. "Stop it... stop... arrgh..." His boots were still on her fresh wound, and the rain was doubling the pain she was feeling. Weak... pathetic... stop... don't... "You... won." If she had eyes, she could cry right now, fully accepting her fate and the fact that she lost her first duel. What was going to happen, she didn't know. Either she was going to die, or he was going to bring her back to the Empire, which was a worse fate than dying. Her vision started to get blurry...

[member="Asterion"]