Private Worm Regards

[Melydia Gold]

F R I E N D ?​

Somewhere in Sith Space

Ever a wanderer, it was far from uncommon for Melydia to wander beyond the barriers of any empire or order. Normally, it was movement with little purpose, carried on by curiosity and caffeine. This time, however, was slightly more directed (though perhaps equally misguided). A burning curiosity and an ambition to better skills beyond what others were more readily available and willing to teach had sent the young being on a search outside of the known.

There was an intention behind it when the semi-insectoid creature made their way through dark rooms and unknown landscapes. Long wings protruding from her back gave a nervous flutter every so often as large eyes tried to make out a path before her. A small creature, cute in other hands but now warped and twisted by alchemy, poked its head out of the satchel that hung by her side, giving a slight squeak every now and then.

A multitudinous voice called out to the dark. "Hello?"

Aspect of Passion ​

 

[Aspect of Passion]

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Somewhere in Sith Space
864ABY

The planet was once sparingly populated - a farming refuge for those who wanted an escape from the Sith Civil war. Away from Bastion, away from Korriban; but it was a paradise lost. Burned and marred by turbolaser fire and the Force; what was once sparingly populated now lay destitute and dead. Cold, blackened from ash, and looted of all that remained. Corpses, many in multiple pieces, lined the hallways as Melydia walked.​

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"Hello?", she had called out and a distant force of entropy awoke at it.​

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Shadows shifted as she moved, death stuck to her skin and drove itself deep in her nostrils; threatening to overwhelm her very sense of smell before it would all fade. The distant crackling of fire, the sound of ships lifting off with new found loot, nothing could be heard as a weight fell upon the entire area. With a snap, shadows coalesced into a massive three meter figure with five electrum masks - appearing between blinks, no doubt to drive the sting from them.​

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"You tread on hallowed ground, sith spawn.", the male voice called out.​

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"Sweet child.", a woman followed.​

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"Hollow beast.", an angrier, deeper voice mocked.​

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Melydia Gold​

 

[Melydia Gold]

Somewhere in Sith Space

Well that certainly started something...Her eyes widened and her feet temporarily left the ground as the shadows began to coalesce, as if her wings had developed a mind of their own and deemed this place one not worth remaining. She'd retreated only a couple paces, however, before nerves were steeled, most certainly not in part to the oppressive weight that filled the space.

She'd seen mention of this figure, once or twice, more a passing dream than an active search. And perhaps that had spurred on this wandering journey. Seeking the unknown or forgotten was something she'd taken to recently, especially when something was to be made of the rediscovery. "We tread many places, Lord of Worms," she responded in kind, head cocking to the side with a curious gaze as the voices continued. Her grip tightened and loosened around the satchel at her side with no particular rhythm.

"We are only as hollow as the company we keep." She continued, the hard consonants leaving echoing clicks in the air. "Whether the present company is included, we are curious to see."

Aspect of Passion ​

 

[Aspect of Passion]

Somewhere in Sith Space
864ABY

For a moment, the masks looked upon the sith spawn without an ounce of emotion. Even the attention she could feel was empty and void - like walking through a morning dew. Then it became more immediate, attentive, oppressive - heavy and restrictive, she would feel eyes watching her from every directly despite there being none within any of the masks. The figure groaned like metal stressed as a mask turned to face her -​

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"And what do you come to seek?", the voice offered.​

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"Attention?"​

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"The Galaxy yearns for a savior, Child. I do not have time to speak to those without ambition.", the male dictated.​

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"A Galaxy full of children..."​

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"Our children..."​

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Melydia Gold​

 

[Melydia Gold]

Somewhere in Sith Space

Often one delightfully oblivious to eyes cast in her direction, the sudden attention was almost enough to make her skin crawl, a rare feat, especially for one who found comfort and friendship among the creepy crawlies. Nevertheless, she didn't shrink back, despite portions of her own skin peeling away like birch, almost molting. Her head tilted to the side, contemplating the question or perhaps more accurately, how best to word her answer.

"We seek just that - company, attention, friendship, even." Perhaps friendship was a stretch of definition, but other words were lost on her in the moment.

"We seek creation, the ability to do so unhindered." Whatever light in her tone took a dip.

"What friends we create, we seem doomed to destroy."

Aspect of Passion ​

 

[Aspect of Passion]

Somewhere in Sith Space
864ABY

"And you believe us company, attention, friendship?", the voice said with an upward twist, as though entertained she even proposed it.​

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"Wrong.", a child shot back dripping with malice.​

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The Worm Emperor twisted and walked back down the hallway - whether she followed or not. There was no sound of steps, and no motion to his legs - as though beneath the cloaks he simply floated. It was all one could assume as her own boot clicks struck against the stone and steel beneath them.​

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"Friends.", the voice mused.​

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"All are doomed to death. Be it from you, or another."​

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"Friends betray."​

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"Friends fail."​

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"Do not concern yourself with such matters. It is the strength you alone possess that can save you from whatever ails you. Loneliness, pain, and eventually even death; until another seeks your end, Child."​

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Melydia Gold​

 

[Melydia Gold]

Somewhere in Sith Space

"We believe you capable of making them."

Without a second thought, she followed the Worm Emperor, unwilling to let an opportunity, no matter how slim, pass her by. Memories drifted to the surface, an avian creature she'd tried to fix, only to push the creature's organs too far and break it. Others she'd managed to apply a bit more vibrancy, fix a shortcoming here and there, only for them to fall apart later. The creature in her bag gave another squeak in protest as she drew closer to the entity encased in shadow, the satchel wiggling as she went as if the little guy were trying to burrow their way to safety.

"Friends break and betray, yes, but we would fix them. We would make them others like us."

It was a lonely existence, between that of sentient and abomination. What better way to cure loneliness than to make more friends, to shape them into Melydia's vision.

"We seek to improve, so that our friends may not rot within hours of the fixing. And so our strength might know a place beyond friend-making. "

Aspect of Passion ​

 

[Aspect of Passion]

Somewhere in Sith Space
864ABY

"Then you should speak to alchemists.", he said as they exited the ruined remains of the building.​

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Fire spread in all directions as ash fell across the land. Sith bound some in chains, while others simply stripped corpses - to take everything possible from the conquered to feed the war machine. It was less glamorous than the safe confines the Sith Empire might have offered, or even the Obsidian Order - but it was a life that held as true as possible to the Sith Doctrine. It is within that violence and carrion picking that sith truly found themselves - only exacerbated by two lesser Sith forming an impromptu kaggath over rations.​

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Their fight would end soon enough, after a flurry of blows, but the Worm Emperor held no such interest in their fight.​

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"We offer opportunities, chances at improving, and if you see such we can yet make a deal. But if you seek anything else from me, you will speak to Qual'al-Selim. Only the Eye of the Emperor can provide you with what you seek.", he mused as a Sith Lord and his parade walked the opposite direction past them.​

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"The spider weaves.", a woman whispered in Melydia's ear - though from where she could not be certain.​

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Melydia Gold​

 

[Melydia Gold]

Somewhere in Sith Space

The gruesome sight before them wasn't lost on the girl who took in the scene with wide eyes. A stomach for carnage - perhaps an added boon of being as monstrous as she was a sentient - meant she looked on with more interest than disgust. A corpse was a ripe feeding ground for all sorts of creatures, a body festering with life in the wake of death. She would prefer decay over durasteel any day.

"We would most certainly be interested in such deal-making, yes yes." The ever-curious gaze of amber buzzed between the two fighting, the Worm Emporer, and the passing Sith before landing once more on the Emperor's form. Her head whipped about as the voice sounded in her ear, wings once again granted a momentary flight.

"Spiders weave and worms burrow. We would do the same, in our own way."

Aspect of Passion ​

 

[Aspect of Passion]

Somewhere in Sith Space
864ABY

"Then speak to her of the Frumentarii. You may yet serve as an agent of the Worm Emperor - should you truly wish to gain my favor.", he said with a glance down to her - a single mask twisting like the strain of metal under heat.​

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He paused as a ship began to show on the horizon - a lander looking to carry the Worm to his next destination. A transport to another Sith he would have to invariably convince to break their chains - freedom from the life they'd been given, to choose the life they can take.​

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"If you are truly worthy to weave and burrow, the Spider would have use of your services - as would I."​

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Melydia Gold​