Darth Thana
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IC: Darth Thana, Dread Master Of The Kissai
The Banquet Hall, Sith Temple, Korriban
Darth Thana was meditating in her private quarters aboard her ship The DreadFire, Venatrix class Star Destroyer when her Datapad began to buzz. The Zabrak opened her amethyst-colored eyes, lifting her hand to pull the device to her when she noticed it was a message from someone she had never really had contact with... Lady Apollyon.
It was an invitation to a feast on Korriban after the news had rung of Emperor Dreadwar being gone. It was a wicked thing to think about as Darth Dreadwar was considered to be everything she could think of as powerful. The Raven Haired Beauty rose to her feet and dust off her clothing, as she pondered what mayhem may unfold at this feast. It couldn't be just Thana attending, She could only imagine what fun Sith could have at a formal dinner...
Thana needed to perfectly pick her attire, she needed to stand out enough unprepared for what the evening may bring. Her fingers delicately skimmed across the different clothes in her closet. Removing black tights, a Crimson colored dress that seemed to open up at the bottom passing her thighs.
"Hmm..." followed by a pair of black tight boots with a brown colored belt and sleeve cuffs.
Moments later...
Thana finished dressing and pinned her hair up and lined the perfect amount of jewelry. She felt empty as she turned slightly away from the mirror pulling her crimson pike to her dominant hand.
The cool black metal fit perfectly in her palm before she detached the middle part of the saber to fold it, more to conceal it for safekeeping. The Zabrak was interested in this event but she was no fool, she wanted to be careful as she tucked it away on herself.
She exited her room and boarded her smaller ship, a Corellian HT-2200 named "The Infinite Inferno". Korriban wasn't very far so the journey was quite short.
The ramp hissed and opened as it fell making way for the Darth to exit, the clicking sound of her boots as they stepped off the final piece of metal. Entering the temple that the invite had directed. The doors opening as she saw many familiar faces whether she knew them personally or merely knew of them.
The banquet was extraordinarily crafted as she looked around at everything. The long tables reached the far ends, as if it touched end to end of the rather large room they sat within. Many other sith already mixing as they already sat in chairs all around. Some she had never met even in passing... walking past the doors those the Dread Master did recognize more so.
Darth Noxia, The Tribune. A Lady whose bite was a mere taste of what power she kept hidden away. Her ways of toying with the dead made her the iconic Mistress of Pain. Having watched her bite off someone's ear in person...
Darth Xarxes, The Nightfather who aided her in learning many of the ways of her childhood ideals. The nightsisters, their Magik, were mesmerizing. His hulking body that sat within the armor he had always dawned.
Darth Kain, The Beloved Prince of the Stars. She had not had many interactions besides on a mission but his presence was fearsome.
Two Lords from her house that were quite intellectual, those who she wished to learn from to hopefully be as smart as they. Lords Darth Ānhrā and Sedicious.
She also bypassed a Few Masters, one of which she had done some missions and training with since they were Acolytes. Darth Skyllan the Gray skinned and winged being, their personality was professional and although she had not really grown all that friendly with on a daily basis. Darth Mavros was someone she had not known much of, just that he was smart.
Darth Mirtis was a basic warrior who took more pride in killing face to face. The red skinned Trandoshan had been linked from what she heard with the mighty Tribune. Thana had escaped missions with him and trained since day one but they had wildly grown apart. The Zabrak would not likely put it past her to end his life by any means necessary.
Finally... Knight I-Ron, the brilliant yet literal Shard who she had a competition with since his arrival in the Empire. She had at some point grown quite fond of him, well at some points her. It was intriguing that they tended to change gender like most other change clothes. His mind and metal hands had crafted many deadly weapons to all Sith who had requested such.
Darth Thana found the shard like the closest thing to a friend. Among others she had not spent much time with or cared very little about in the long term.
The Zabrak fidgeted with her hands and wanted to craft a small fire on her right fingertip but something was missing... It didn't seem right. Looking around to see the annoying force suppression creatures she had learned while on her apprenticeship for free time.
"Well... Kriff... This will make it interesting to be in a room with all these ruthless individuals."
Then after taking a seat at a table across from a red skinned female she had not known in her time here, Darth Apollyon walked in making an entrance to say the least. Thana listened to the words she spoke of, Uniting under one person to stop the war that was ongoing. The tension was high here, Thana did not need the force to feel and feed on all the negative emotions running rampid around the room. It was easy to see key signs of them by the look on everyone's faces.
Locking eyes on her old Master, Lord Feros. Although something seemed off about him, the Dread Master figured it was just because she had not been around him in such a long time. His body language was slightly more different not that she had went straight to him before sitting down. Even now she had kept some distance away from him when she took her seat to see what was to come about everything.
Darth Thana looked down at the food and wine being served although for now she would steer clear until she knew nothing was spiked. Could never be too careful with the unknowing number of assassins that hold presence in these walls.
Sith are Sith after all.
Lord Kain seemed to take up conversation with Lord Catalyst, not that the Dark Lord of Cunning Linguistics escaped her view much. His features made his smooth talking ways be it flirtation or professional trash talk easy.
Attention to their conversation was not really something for her to worry about as she continued to scan the room to see who else matched up together.
Suddenly the doors opened as the Empress Volshe walked in with a small crowd following steps behind.
The guards that could be assumed with children in tow. It was one way to make an entrance to a grand hall filled with higher ranks barring the one apprentice in the bunch. The guards around her dawning different color armor then she had seen but she recognized it faintly. Thana had not really considered Empress Volshe to be her empress at least, the fact that she would bring those who believe in the neutral alignment of the force to a sith gathering. The Zabrak had been closer aligned to Emperor Dreadwar and now to see what would happen now...
Suddenly as Thana took her seat pushing down her dress edges down another Sith Master began to speak introducing himself. “Darth Mavros, Darth Thana,” he said, as cordially as he could manage, “allow me to introduce myself. I am Darth Volacius. I’m afraid I haven’t had the chance to read the reports of your respective exploits in much detail, as the recent conflicts our Empire has endured have occupied most of my time. Nevertheless, I consider it an honour and a pleasure to meet the both of you.”
Turning as she had taken the empty seat next to Darth Volacius. "Greetings Darth Volacius, I know of your name but I have failed to hear much of you either. As far as intro go, I am Darth Thana Dread Master of the Kissai. I would say it's an honor but honor is not what its cracked up to be. It's a fool's goal... Nonetheless it is great to meet another Sith of our empire.
Lord Xarxes seemed to take up conversation with Darth Skyllan, her Dread Sibling. She would've likely called Lord Xarxes the same but he was of higher rank to be considered her equal as her brother in knowledge and arms or so to speak.
Lord Pravum the self sure of himself dark lord, he was smart and having been trained under Lord Vassago. He grew to be full of himself at times which made him off put to Thana during their times of training. She would likely avoid that headache of any word exchanges with him.
The small exchange seemed to halt more as Lady Apollyon pitched an idea of unification. It was an interesting thought but was she right for the throne? She was Emperor Dreadwar’s apprentice so she learned most things from him but he had another apprentice who has done quite a bit for the Empire. Someone fearsome who had to have shown promise as she had an aura that made Thana fear her yet respected her so much... Darth Hesper. The Butcher of Coruscant, the power her name brought forth matched by beauty. Although Darth Thana had still not formally met her, she heard all she needed to and her being taught by the Emperor helped her opinion of it.
Looking up and towards what she thought was her former Master, his voice was different. The body language and his lack of accent made it apparent that it was not Lord Feros. There was talk of Darth Krayt, she now understood that it was him as the reborn dragon Lord...
The Banquet Hall, Sith Temple, Korriban
Darth Thana was meditating in her private quarters aboard her ship The DreadFire, Venatrix class Star Destroyer when her Datapad began to buzz. The Zabrak opened her amethyst-colored eyes, lifting her hand to pull the device to her when she noticed it was a message from someone she had never really had contact with... Lady Apollyon.
It was an invitation to a feast on Korriban after the news had rung of Emperor Dreadwar being gone. It was a wicked thing to think about as Darth Dreadwar was considered to be everything she could think of as powerful. The Raven Haired Beauty rose to her feet and dust off her clothing, as she pondered what mayhem may unfold at this feast. It couldn't be just Thana attending, She could only imagine what fun Sith could have at a formal dinner...
Thana needed to perfectly pick her attire, she needed to stand out enough unprepared for what the evening may bring. Her fingers delicately skimmed across the different clothes in her closet. Removing black tights, a Crimson colored dress that seemed to open up at the bottom passing her thighs.
"Hmm..." followed by a pair of black tight boots with a brown colored belt and sleeve cuffs.
Moments later...
Thana finished dressing and pinned her hair up and lined the perfect amount of jewelry. She felt empty as she turned slightly away from the mirror pulling her crimson pike to her dominant hand.
The cool black metal fit perfectly in her palm before she detached the middle part of the saber to fold it, more to conceal it for safekeeping. The Zabrak was interested in this event but she was no fool, she wanted to be careful as she tucked it away on herself.
She exited her room and boarded her smaller ship, a Corellian HT-2200 named "The Infinite Inferno". Korriban wasn't very far so the journey was quite short.
The ramp hissed and opened as it fell making way for the Darth to exit, the clicking sound of her boots as they stepped off the final piece of metal. Entering the temple that the invite had directed. The doors opening as she saw many familiar faces whether she knew them personally or merely knew of them.
The banquet was extraordinarily crafted as she looked around at everything. The long tables reached the far ends, as if it touched end to end of the rather large room they sat within. Many other sith already mixing as they already sat in chairs all around. Some she had never met even in passing... walking past the doors those the Dread Master did recognize more so.
Darth Noxia, The Tribune. A Lady whose bite was a mere taste of what power she kept hidden away. Her ways of toying with the dead made her the iconic Mistress of Pain. Having watched her bite off someone's ear in person...
Darth Xarxes, The Nightfather who aided her in learning many of the ways of her childhood ideals. The nightsisters, their Magik, were mesmerizing. His hulking body that sat within the armor he had always dawned.
Darth Kain, The Beloved Prince of the Stars. She had not had many interactions besides on a mission but his presence was fearsome.
Two Lords from her house that were quite intellectual, those who she wished to learn from to hopefully be as smart as they. Lords Darth Ānhrā and Sedicious.
She also bypassed a Few Masters, one of which she had done some missions and training with since they were Acolytes. Darth Skyllan the Gray skinned and winged being, their personality was professional and although she had not really grown all that friendly with on a daily basis. Darth Mavros was someone she had not known much of, just that he was smart.
Darth Mirtis was a basic warrior who took more pride in killing face to face. The red skinned Trandoshan had been linked from what she heard with the mighty Tribune. Thana had escaped missions with him and trained since day one but they had wildly grown apart. The Zabrak would not likely put it past her to end his life by any means necessary.
Finally... Knight I-Ron, the brilliant yet literal Shard who she had a competition with since his arrival in the Empire. She had at some point grown quite fond of him, well at some points her. It was intriguing that they tended to change gender like most other change clothes. His mind and metal hands had crafted many deadly weapons to all Sith who had requested such.
Darth Thana found the shard like the closest thing to a friend. Among others she had not spent much time with or cared very little about in the long term.
The Zabrak fidgeted with her hands and wanted to craft a small fire on her right fingertip but something was missing... It didn't seem right. Looking around to see the annoying force suppression creatures she had learned while on her apprenticeship for free time.
"Well... Kriff... This will make it interesting to be in a room with all these ruthless individuals."
Then after taking a seat at a table across from a red skinned female she had not known in her time here, Darth Apollyon walked in making an entrance to say the least. Thana listened to the words she spoke of, Uniting under one person to stop the war that was ongoing. The tension was high here, Thana did not need the force to feel and feed on all the negative emotions running rampid around the room. It was easy to see key signs of them by the look on everyone's faces.
Locking eyes on her old Master, Lord Feros. Although something seemed off about him, the Dread Master figured it was just because she had not been around him in such a long time. His body language was slightly more different not that she had went straight to him before sitting down. Even now she had kept some distance away from him when she took her seat to see what was to come about everything.
Darth Thana looked down at the food and wine being served although for now she would steer clear until she knew nothing was spiked. Could never be too careful with the unknowing number of assassins that hold presence in these walls.
Sith are Sith after all.
Lord Kain seemed to take up conversation with Lord Catalyst, not that the Dark Lord of Cunning Linguistics escaped her view much. His features made his smooth talking ways be it flirtation or professional trash talk easy.
Attention to their conversation was not really something for her to worry about as she continued to scan the room to see who else matched up together.
Suddenly the doors opened as the Empress Volshe walked in with a small crowd following steps behind.
The guards that could be assumed with children in tow. It was one way to make an entrance to a grand hall filled with higher ranks barring the one apprentice in the bunch. The guards around her dawning different color armor then she had seen but she recognized it faintly. Thana had not really considered Empress Volshe to be her empress at least, the fact that she would bring those who believe in the neutral alignment of the force to a sith gathering. The Zabrak had been closer aligned to Emperor Dreadwar and now to see what would happen now...
Suddenly as Thana took her seat pushing down her dress edges down another Sith Master began to speak introducing himself. “Darth Mavros, Darth Thana,” he said, as cordially as he could manage, “allow me to introduce myself. I am Darth Volacius. I’m afraid I haven’t had the chance to read the reports of your respective exploits in much detail, as the recent conflicts our Empire has endured have occupied most of my time. Nevertheless, I consider it an honour and a pleasure to meet the both of you.”
Turning as she had taken the empty seat next to Darth Volacius. "Greetings Darth Volacius, I know of your name but I have failed to hear much of you either. As far as intro go, I am Darth Thana Dread Master of the Kissai. I would say it's an honor but honor is not what its cracked up to be. It's a fool's goal... Nonetheless it is great to meet another Sith of our empire.
Lord Xarxes seemed to take up conversation with Darth Skyllan, her Dread Sibling. She would've likely called Lord Xarxes the same but he was of higher rank to be considered her equal as her brother in knowledge and arms or so to speak.
Lord Pravum the self sure of himself dark lord, he was smart and having been trained under Lord Vassago. He grew to be full of himself at times which made him off put to Thana during their times of training. She would likely avoid that headache of any word exchanges with him.
The small exchange seemed to halt more as Lady Apollyon pitched an idea of unification. It was an interesting thought but was she right for the throne? She was Emperor Dreadwar’s apprentice so she learned most things from him but he had another apprentice who has done quite a bit for the Empire. Someone fearsome who had to have shown promise as she had an aura that made Thana fear her yet respected her so much... Darth Hesper. The Butcher of Coruscant, the power her name brought forth matched by beauty. Although Darth Thana had still not formally met her, she heard all she needed to and her being taught by the Emperor helped her opinion of it.
Looking up and towards what she thought was her former Master, his voice was different. The body language and his lack of accent made it apparent that it was not Lord Feros. There was talk of Darth Krayt, she now understood that it was him as the reborn dragon Lord...
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