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IC: Imperatrix Hesper
Sidi RahhalJaguada

It was a wonder that Jaguada did not see more visitors than it did— an absolute beauty, it was. Sandy dunes stretching on into eternity, interrupted only by green and blue oases, perfect little pockets of water and bending palm trees, full of the song of desert birds. Among them was Sidi Rahhal, a small but picturesque oasis with a perfectly imperfect round lake, where the Empress kept an unassuming yet opulent villa. Built of grand sandstone archways and hosting a multitude of courtyards with pools and fountains, seemingly endless hallways and bedrooms, grand libraries, and more, the villa was a sight behold. This is where the Imperatrix was waiting, expecting Aralia Drogus to arrive soon to begin her training.

Late afternoon sun streamed hot and low across the glittering sands of Jaguada; this was a world steeped in dark side history, its golden dunes rippling with an ebbing, sinister power, blown carelessly by the wind into undulating hills. It radiated with dark side energy, pulsating and ominous and oh-so intoxicating. Suddenly it would make more sense as to why no-one ever visited this hidden paradise: any light-side wielder or unwitting non-Force sensitive would find it sickening, with a vague nausea and impending sense of doom. Even a fledgling Sith such as Aralia might find it difficult to walk on Jaguada's surface for all the oppressiveness of its aura. And if one were to get lost in its unending deserts... one might just lose their mind.

Hesper had sent for Aralia earlier that day— now, she waited for her newest apprentice to arrive in one of the courtyards of Sidi Rahhal, dressed in flowing robes of glimmering midnight black, a multitude of stars seemingly winking with distant mirth within the fabric's weave. Hesper was a small woman, not more than barely over a meter and a half tall in height, with a dainty build which belied her physical strength, honed by years of lightsaber combat. Her skin was pale, flecked generously with freckles, and her golden hair hung loose and long down her back, its lustrous waves falling around her knees. Her silver-and-black lightsaber hung from her right hip, catching the light of Jaguada's sun and glinting invitingly. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, feet spread, her eyes cast downward at the placid pool of blue water she stood at the edge of. Light reflections from its surface danced on Hesper's face— her gaze was alight with a sort of prescience that few others possessed.

Aralia's journey would have been a mystical one as she traversed through the Sidi Rahhal compound she had been summoned to; from the susurrating sound of sandstone beneath her feet, to the brilliant sculptures, breathtaking frescoes, and magnificent multi-colored tiling that graced the rooms she passed through, guided by two tall guards dressed in robes of imperial emerald with sleek helmets masking their identities, staves of silver graphite gripped in gloved hands. She might marvel at the artworks all throughout the villa, absorbing the subject matter and style in a blink of an eye. Grand murals depicting pitch battles were splashed across almost every wall, showing many points in Sith history, both recent and ancient. One depicted the twelve Exiles conquering Korriban; one showed the taming of Yavin IV by the great Dark Lord Exar Kun; one the destruction of Darth Nihilus, Lord of Hunger, and another the murder of Darth Plagueis the Wise; and another, more recent, perhaps unknown to the fresh apprentice, depicted a violent slaughter within the circular room of the Senate on Coruscant: a woman with flowing hair held lightsaber aloft, massacring the unfortunate senators and military officials gathered there. Aralia's eyes traveled from all these carved reliefs and paintings, to the colorful tiles across the ceilings and door frames, until they fell upon the black-clad figure of the Empress, waiting for her before a placid pool of blue water.

Hesper turned to face her even before Aralia said a word.

When Hesper's eyes alighted on Aralia, the apprentice would feel a shocking shiver run down her spine; she would see the terrible, thin dark scar running from her master's forehead to jaw, bisecting her left eye. Her eye, scarred, shone like a moonstone, opalescent and pale— in stark contrast to her unscarred eye, which was a soft, muted grey. This marred eye seemed to gaze through Aralia, sensing the depth and breadth of her character in an instant. It was probing and keen, and Aralia might have wondered at the former beauty of her master and Empress as Hesper calculated her own prescient designs. Her scrutiny was piercing, uncomfortable.

Hesper unclasped her hands from behind her back, lacing her fingers again in front of herself. "Aralia Drogus," she said. Her voice was rich, low and melodic. "Welcome to Sidi Rahhal. Come, kneel before your Master."

Minutely, Hesper inclined her head, and immediately, Aralia felt compelled to obey, stepping out from between her emerald-clad guards to stand before the Empress of the Sith.





Aralia— This is the first of the two training threads I have planned for you. This one will be an ongoing RP, where we will engage in IC lessons and tasks. The other thread will be for essay tasks.

Generally, you should finish and post your responses as soon as you are able; let's make it a goal to have RP responses and task replies up within 5 to 10 days. Keep track of your Prestige in your signature here on the forum, and in the Prestige thread in the Facebook as well. (Click here for the Facebook Prestige counter)

I will not assign hard due dates— please be self-motivated.

Ground Rules and Encouragements:
  1. Please run any new items by me before seeking approval with TC-SC (the Council's contact page and droid), and we will review your requests together. I trust that you recognize FSO is first and foremost about storytelling, as we discussed in PM, and not about the acquisition of items (we have had issues with this in the past). Let's ensure you're acquiring items, weapons, and equipment for all the right reasons.
  2. You are encouraged to focus on learning and quality character growth first and foremost. Develop a strong story, and all else will follow when it is right for it to. I am always open to ideas you may have— Aralia is your character through and through, so make her your own!
  3. You're now the apprentice of the Empress of the Final Sith Order; I expect you to comport yourself as such in all areas of the group.
Your training will now commence! To begin: post your CS here for review, and reply to the above RP. I will post my own CS as well, so you can easily reference it when necessary.

For your enthusiasm and attentiveness thus far, please award yourself +2 Prestige points.

Let's begin!
 
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IC: Aralia Drogus
Sidi Rahhal - Jaguada


After spending most of the day on the Sunflier working with the Amphistaff, Aralia was prepared to settle for the night, exhausted from the hours she had spent training. As she turned to enter her quarters, her comms light tone stopped her. She looked at the message on the dim screen. A communique from her Master, Empress Hesper, telling her to come to Sidi Rahhal on Jaguada. Unable to quell her excitement, Aralia hastily ran to the cockpit and entered the coordinates into the navi-computer. As the beautiful red world of Korriban shrank behind her, she felt excitement fill her. Finally, after so long of wishing to become a Sith, she was on her way to begin training with the Empress herself.

As the ship entered hyperspace, Aralia readied herself. She donned the clothes she had prepared specifically for her training; a comfortable yet flexible skin tight suit that showed off her lithe figure without being revealing, leaving only her arms revealed, and knee high combat boots with black dura steel plating. Her Amphistaff coiled around her waist just above her belt where her sleek black lightsaber was hooked. The solid black of her attire contrasted greatly against her pale skin and white hair, which she left loose and flowing around her hips.

Satisfied with her appearance, Aralia returned to the cockpit as the ship exited hyperspace. At first glance, the planet appeared to be nothing more than a boring desert world. As she drew closer, she could sense a power emanating from the planet itself. Intrigued by this power, she pushed the ship faster towards Jaguada, allowing the autopilot to take over once she entered the atmosphere. She could see now that this world was more than what she had first thought. It was a beautiful world indeed, with the sand stretching like a great ocean, interrupted only by blue and green islands of the oases. It was breathtaking. And with it's beauty Aralia felt the Dark Side pressing in on her. The closer she drew to her Master's villa, the stronger she felt it's power, until she almost lost sight of the world around her. This power was overwhelming and unrelenting, but it was Dark Side power. The same power she knew and wielded.

That realization gave Aralia the push she needed. She knew what she needed to do. With a dark grin, she opened herself to the sinister power of this world. She let it twist and flow through her, relishing in the darkness. She opened her mind and allowed this intoxicating power to enter, feeling the depth of Jaguadas history. When she opened her eyes, Aralia saw this golden desert world in a new light. She exited her ship, making her way to the illustrious villa where her Master waited. As her feet touched the sand, her mind roiled with thoughts of what was to come. She allowed that moment of anxiety before pushing it away. By the time she reached the villa entrance, Aralia was calm and prepared for the trials ahead, and the dark power surrounding her was as the wind, an ever present part of this world.

Entering the villa, she was met by two imposing emerald-clad guards. She followed them , marveling at the eloquent artistry around her. As incredulous as the archways, sculptures, and art was around her, it was of little interest. That was, until a particular mural caught her eye. She paused a moment at a grand mural depicting her Master in the midst of slaughtering a large gathering of people in what she could only guess was the Coruscant Senate chamber. She made a mental note to ask her Master about this before continuing on. As she gazed around her, she felt her stomach twist lightly with a hint of nervousness. She pushed it away with a quick breath as her eyes landed on her Master, the great Empress Hesper, Imperatrix of the Sith Empire.

Her breath caught in her throat as a shiver ran down her spine. Her skin felt as if freezing electricity crackled beneath it. She could not help but be immediately drawn to the scar across the Empress's face, her pale eye appearing to gaze through her. Aralia was in awe of her Masters beauty. The scar others would find unappealing she saw as a sign of the Empress's strength and, to her, it added to her beauty.

Before she could greet her Master, she spoke in a rich, low voice that commanded her attention and obedience.

"Aralia Drogus. Welcome to Sidi Rahhal. Come, kneel before your Master."

Without hesitation, Aralia eagerly, and perhaps a little too excitedly, stepped from between the emerald guards and knelt before her Master. For only a moment she was unsure of exactly how to respond, but when she gazed up at her Master, she responded clearly.

"Greetings, Master. I am most grateful for this opportunity to learn from you."

She hoped she had said neither too much nor too little as she watched her Master expressions for any hint of her thoughts.


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Training Aralia


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IC: Imperatrix Hesper
Sidi RahhalJaguada

It was a wonder that Jaguada did not see more visitors than it did— an absolute beauty, it was. Sandy dunes stretching on into eternity, interrupted only by green and blue oases, perfect little pockets of water and bending palm trees, full of the song of desert birds. Among them was Sidi Rahhal, a small but picturesque oasis with a perfectly imperfect round lake, where the Empress kept an unassuming yet opulent villa. Built of grand sandstone archways and hosting a multitude of courtyards with pools and fountains, seemingly endless hallways and bedrooms, grand libraries, and more, the villa was a sight behold. This is where the Imperatrix was waiting, expecting Aralia Drogus to arrive soon to begin her training.

Late afternoon sun streamed hot and low across the glittering sands of Jaguada; this was a world steeped in dark side history, its golden dunes rippling with an ebbing, sinister power, blown carelessly by the wind into undulating hills. It radiated with dark side energy, pulsating and ominous and oh-so intoxicating. Suddenly it would make more sense as to why no-one ever visited this hidden paradise: any light-side wielder or unwitting non-Force sensitive would find it sickening, with a vague nausea and impending sense of doom. Even a fledgling Sith such as Aralia might find it difficult to walk on Jaguada's surface for all the oppressiveness of its aura. And if one were to get lost in its unending deserts... one might just lose their mind.

Hesper had sent for Aralia earlier that day— now, she waited for her newest apprentice to arrive in one of the courtyards of Sidi Rahhal, dressed in flowing robes of glimmering midnight black, a multitude of stars seemingly winking with distant mirth within the fabric's weave. Hesper was a small woman, not more than barely over a meter and a half tall in height, with a dainty build which belied her physical strength, honed by years of lightsaber combat. Her skin was pale, flecked generously with freckles, and her golden hair hung loose and long down her back, its lustrous waves falling around her knees. Her silver-and-black lightsaber hung from her right hip, catching the light of Jaguada's sun and glinting invitingly. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, feet spread, her eyes cast downward at the placid pool of blue water she stood at the edge of. Light reflections from its surface danced on Hesper's face— her gaze was alight with a sort of prescience that few others possessed.

Aralia's journey would have been a mystical one as she traversed through the Sidi Rahhal compound she had been summoned to; from the susurrating sound of sandstone beneath her feet, to the brilliant sculptures, breathtaking frescoes, and magnificent multi-colored tiling that graced the rooms she passed through, guided by two tall guards dressed in robes of imperial emerald with sleek helmets masking their identities, staves of silver graphite gripped in gloved hands. She might marvel at the artworks all throughout the villa, absorbing the subject matter and style in a blink of an eye. Grand murals depicting pitch battles were splashed across almost every wall, showing many points in Sith history, both recent and ancient. One depicted the twelve Exiles conquering Korriban; one showed the taming of Yavin IV by the great Dark Lord Exar Kun; one the destruction of Darth Nihilus, Lord of Hunger, and another the murder of Darth Plagueis the Wise; and another, more recent, perhaps unknown to the fresh apprentice, depicted a violent slaughter within the circular room of the Senate on Coruscant: a woman with flowing hair held lightsaber aloft, massacring the unfortunate senators and military officials gathered there. Aralia's eyes traveled from all these carved reliefs and paintings, to the colorful tiles across the ceilings and door frames, until they fell upon the black-clad figure of the Empress, waiting for her before a placid pool of blue water.

Hesper turned to face her even before Aralia said a word.

When Hesper's eyes alighted on Aralia, the apprentice would feel a shocking shiver run down her spine; she would see the terrible, thin dark scar running from her master's forehead to jaw, bisecting her left eye. Her eye, scarred, shone like a moonstone, opalescent and pale— in stark contrast to her unscarred eye, which was a soft, muted grey. This marred eye seemed to gaze through Aralia, sensing the depth and breadth of her character in an instant. It was probing and keen, and Aralia might have wondered at the former beauty of her master and Empress as Hesper calculated her own prescient designs. Her scrutiny was piercing, uncomfortable.

Hesper unclasped her hands from behind her back, lacing her fingers again in front of herself. "Aralia Drogus," she said. Her voice was rich, low and melodic. "Welcome to Sidi Rahhal. Come, kneel before your Master."

Minutely, Hesper inclined her head, and immediately, Aralia felt compelled to obey, stepping out from between her emerald-clad guards to stand before the Empress of the Sith.





Aralia— This is the first of the two training threads I have planned for you. This one will be an ongoing RP, where we will engage in IC lessons and tasks. The other thread will be for essay tasks.

Generally, you should finish and post your responses as soon as you are able; let's make it a goal to have RP responses and task replies up within 5 to 10 days. Keep track of your Prestige in your signature here on the forum, and in the Prestige thread in the Facebook as well. (Click here for the Facebook Prestige counter)

I will not assign hard due dates— please be self-motivated.

Ground Rules and Encouragements:
  1. Please run any new items by me before seeking approval with TC-SC (the Council's contact page and droid), and we will review your requests together. I trust that you recognize FSO is first and foremost about storytelling, as we discussed in PM, and not about the acquisition of items (we have had issues with this in the past). Let's ensure you're acquiring items, weapons, and equipment for all the right reasons.
  2. You are encouraged to focus on learning and quality character growth first and foremost. Develop a strong story, and all else will follow when it is right for it to. I am always open to ideas you may have— Aralia is your character through and through, so make her your own!
  3. You're now the apprentice of the Empress of the Final Sith Order; I expect you to comport yourself as such in all areas of the group.
Your training will now commence! To begin: post your CS here for review, and reply to the above RP. I will post my own CS as well, so you can easily reference it when necessary.

For your enthusiasm and attentiveness thus far, please award yourself +2 Prestige points.

Let's begin!

Name: Aralia Drogus

Nicknames/Aliases (optional): Ara

Rank: Apprentice

Class: Sorcerer

House: Dreadwar

Age: 23

Sex: Female

Species: Human

Homeworld: Sunflier ship

Occupation: Apprentice to Empress Hesper

Height: 5' 5" (1.65 meters)

Weight: 140lbs (63.5 kilograms)

Personality: Myer-Briggs type: Architect: INTJ-A; typically introverted, does not like crowds or talking to people; extreme OCD, but hides it well; reserved; observant; openly friendly; cautious, wary of everyone and everything; holds grudges; finds humor in pain, both others and her own

Physical Description: Fair, pale skin with light freckling across nose, cheeks and arms; piercing ice blue eyes; thin, naturally red lips; hip length pure white hair; feminine slender, muscular form; three long scars across back, from left hip to just under right shoulder blade; wears black cat eye eyeliner
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Clothing: Skin-tight black leather jumpsuit covering from just under the chin down, leaving only the arms exposed; simple black belt across hips for lightsaber; knee-high black combat boots with durasteel plating
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Weapon: Single Saber with gently curved black hilt; Amphistaff bred by parents, named Vipre
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Equipment/Vehicle: The Sunflier, a Modified Star Courier class (Inquisitor class) ship; Cosmic Eye Watcher Badge; Bulwark of Malice: This bracer, used by knights of the Danar’een, conjures an energy shield at will, capable of blocking blaster fire or strikes from a saber (though continuous, rapid or power strikes could overload it). Drawing from the user's fear, stress, anger, and sadness, this shield is much larger than a Mandalorian energy shield (covering half the body rather than an sixth), but requires the user to be feeling Dark Side emotions or using the power Feed on Dark Side to power it.
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Pets: Killa, Nexu trained from cub
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Languages: Basic, Huttese

Description of Abilities: Highly intelligent; learns quickly; agile; deceptively strong; adept at manipulating non-Force users; eidetic memory; has mildly extensive combat training from father; trained in art of seduction and song/dance by mother; fairly adept with Amphistaff, especially as a blade or whip

Strengths: Observant; quick reflexes; not easily distracted; never gives up once mind is set; strong willpower

Flaws: Compassionate towards animals and small children; little respect for authority

Biography: "I was born on my parents ship, in hyperspace. Their fifth child, my parents expected another boy, but we're surprised when they saw I was a girl. Raised with my four brothers, I was taught early on how to fight. After all, a smuggler's life isn't an easy one.

My father was Collum Drogus, a former bounty hunter turned smuggler. He was a very cold man, but loved me deeply as his only daughter. My mother was Imira Kataan Drogus, a former slave. She was rescued by my father before they both became smugglers. She was always very kind and loving to all of us. Then there were my brothers. Vander was the oldest, six years older than me. He was always overconfident, but he was the best fighter amongst them. He was also very cruel, especially towards animals. Then it was Morin, who was five years older than me. He was always very quiet, speaking only when necessary. He and I were very close, and he always helped me with my research. Then there was Drymun, who was three years older than me. He was the only of my brothers who hated fighting. He preferred creating things. He was the inventor and artist of the family. Finally, the youngest brother and only two years older than me, Sarin. Sarin was a lot like Father. Cold, but loving to his family. He also happened to share my protectiveness of animals.

As I grew up, I learned skills from both my parents, including how to dance, sing, and charm from my mother, and many forms of combat, stealth, and hunting from my father. During my training, I learned to use a variety of weapons, including blasters and bladed weapons. Though I became proficient with these weapons, I despised using blasters, opting for blades as my weapon of choice.

I was excited. This was my first time leaving the ship to accompany my parents on a job, and I couldn't contain my excitement. My white hair was swept into a tight ponytail, and I wore a simple black shirt and pants, matching the rest of my family. My brothers were trying to calm me down, but I ignored them, bouncing into the cockpit to watch their descent.



"Ara, sit down," Father told me sternly.



"Yes Father" I replied, moving to sit with my brothers. "I am just so excited! Can we explore after your work? I want to see the planet!"



"We'll see. If you behave." Father gave me a stern look before everyone, including me, started laughing.



As the Sunflier landed, I joined Mother and my brothers, ready to leave the ship. Father joined us, and we set out to meet with his client in the local market. My parents entered a small shop that, to me, looked indistinguishable from those around it. My brothers and I waited outside in a shaded alcove to the side of the shop, entertaining ourselves with games we often played on the ship. After some time, what felt like an eternity to me, our parents left the shop, both smiling. I bounded over to my parents.



"Can we explore now? I was really good, just ask Vander!" I exclaimed excitedly. My parents looked at each other before responding.



"Of course, Ara," Father said. "Let's go see what this dusty little world has to amuse you."



I jumped with an excited squeal as we all went to explore the town. We explored the streets, stopping at anything that interested me. After a few hours, though, we encountered a strange old man hunched over in a dirty grey cloak, his pallid skin riddled with scars and his eyes a muted grey.



"If adventure is what you seek," he rasped, reaching a gnarled hand towards me, "then follow the path. It will lead you where you need to go. Your destiny awaits!"



"Ara, let's go," Mother ushered me. "Don't listen to this senile old coot. Come, it's time to go." She grabbed my hand and went to lead us away, but I stopped.



"Please Mama? I want to see what is out there. Please?" I begged my parents. My brothers spoke up, the four of them also wishing to see what was beyond the dusty old town. Our parents discussed it before agreeing.



"Very well. But only because you have done so well in your studies and have behaved here today." Father told me. He turned to the elderly stranger. "Old man, where exactly is this place you speak of?"



The stranger chuckled, a deep raspy sound that gave me a chill. "Come, I will lead you. It is not far." He began hobbling away toward the edge of the town. As we walked, I watched my parents place their hands on their blasters, ready to draw in the event of trouble. We walked beyond the outskirts of the town, through a dense wooded area, and down a steep hill. As we rounded the curve at the base of the hill, everyone stopped.



There, in a clearing overshadowed by the surrounding hills, was a ruined structure. It's dark stone crumbling and what appears to be centuries of overgrowth covering the dark floor. The old man beckoned for me and my family to move closer, and without hesitation I ran to the old ruins.



"Ara, wait." Father half whispered, but I was already stepping up the deteriorating stone steps.



My family cautiously walked towards the ruins while I made my way to the center. The dark stone floor had a symbol carved into it, and as I stepped into the center of the circle, I felt something strange. It was terrifying, a feeling of immense fear, anger, and sadness. I felt an electric energy run over and through me. I felt my own anger and fear rise within me. All I could see was red before the strange old man stepped in front of me. In a hushed tone only I could hear, he spoke.



"This place is ancient. Lost and forgotten since it fell so long ago. I found it, after the fall of the Empire some time ago, and have guarded it since." He glanced around before leaning in closer. "It is an ancient Sith temple."



"What's a Sith?" I asked, as curious as ever. The man chuckled.



"You heard of the Jedi, right?" I nodded. "The Sith are like them, only stronger. More powerful. I cannot say much more than this. But you can learn about them. Research as much as you can. Gain as much knowledge as possible. And when you are ready, seek them out. I sense a great power within you. You have the potential to become great and powerful."



The man broke off into a coughing fit, and my parents rushed over.



"Alright, old man," Father said. "It's time for us to go."

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Intrigued by what I had learned, I began studying as much as I could. I learned of our galaxy's history, and of the rivalry between the Jedi and Sith. When I came across the mention of midichlorians, I tested myself. Finding my midichlorian count on the higher side, around 17-18,000, I decided I wanted to learn how to use the Force.

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Father just brought a clutch of just-hatched Varactyls onboard, but he said I am not allowed to go into the cargo bay to see them. I waited until he had left and went in anyway. I just had to see the baby Varactyls! I slipped over to the large cage they were in, counting eight, six female and two male. They were so cute and I wanted to hold one, but before I could open the cage, I heard a noise from a smaller cage next to it. When I looked in there, all I could see was a bundle of cloth and an orange tail poking out. I opened the cage door and carefully pulled away the fabric, almost squealing when I saw what was underneath.



A tiny male Varactyl, smaller than the others. He had bandages wrapped around his front side, and when I picked him up I saw why. He was missing his left front leg! The poor thing was so tiny and hurt, and I could not resist pulling him out of the cage and sitting on the floor with him. He fell asleep on me, and I just sat there stroking his tiny back. I stayed there for some time before Mother and Father came in and saw me. Father looked very angry, but Mother put a hand on his shoulder and smiled at me.



"Callum, we should let her keep it," she said to him. "I think she is responsible enough to have a pet."



"And when the creature gets too big for the ship? What then?" Father asked angrily.



"I will find somewhere for him to be free. Please, Father? I promise I will take good care of him and train him really well." I begged him. My Father thought a moment before responding.



"He only has three legs, Ara. He would never survive on his own."



"He will! I can teach him to. Please Father. Please let me keep him!"



"Fine. But he is your responsibility. No asking anyone for help. I mean it, Aralia." He told me sternly.



I took the little reptavian to my quarters and laid him on my bed as I set to work gathering everything I needed to make an enclosure for him. Once I had all of the materials, I spent the rest of the day building it. His enclosure had three full levels, from floor to ceiling, and I put walkways for him all across the walls. I knew it would be a while before it would be of much use to him, but I wanted him to have the room to run when he was ready.



Over the next few weeks, I worked with my Varactyl, naming him Yaro. He grew stronger every day, and one night he started climbing around on the pathways I had built. He was starting to get too big for his enclosure, so I took it down and rebuilt it, allowing for a larger and more challenging area for him to grow. I only needed the space for my bed, so my pet had plenty of space to grow.



I had Yaro for around half a year before we were attacked. We were on our way to another of Father's clients when we were attacked by pirates. They managed to capture the Sunflier and board us. Mother, Father, and my brothers fought them off, but a few had slipped past them and tried to attack me. Yaro leapt in front of me, attacking the pirates, biting at them and smashing them with his tail. I grabbed a vibroblade from one of the fallen pirates, stabbing another in his side. My distraction worked and he turned away from Yaro, giving the Varactyl a chance to bite down on his head. I turned to my family, about to go help them, but was struck by something hard that sent me crashing into a nearby wall, losing consciousness.



When I woke, my mother was at my side. I asked her what had happened and she told me. After one of the pirates had knocked me aside, he attacked Yaro while my family finished off the other pirates. They were too late when Father was able to shoot the last pirate as he had killed Yaro and had turned to me. Father had shot him before the pirate could raise his blaster. My brothers had already cleaned up the mess and disposed of the bodies, including Yaro.



I thanked my mother for telling me and went to my quarters. I cried while I took down everything I had built for Yaro, and by the time I was done had put the loss behind me. I dried my eyes and left my quarters to put away and dispose of everything from my pet.

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He lied! I could not believe Vander had lied like this! He lied to our parents claiming that I had unlocked the door to where our father kept the Amphistaffs. I had caught him in there moments before our father walked by. As punishment, I had to scrub the entire ship and had to scrub the cages for the exotic creatures he would capture for clients. I was so angry with my brother when he came into the storage area that I pictured all of the cages opening and the creatures attacking him. And that is exactly what happened. Every creature in there attacked him, and he barely made it out alive, locking the door behind him. I could feel hundreds of minds around me and realized it was the creatures, so I pictured them going back into their cages, and they did! I locked the cages and continued cleaning. When my father came in, I told him nothing had happened other than my brother coming in, screaming, then leaving and locking the door.



He told me to finish the cages, then left. When I was done, I went out to find Mother putting bacta cream on Vanders back. Apparently Father had beaten him with a staff for lying. Served him right.

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(19 years old)

When I told my parents I wished to join the Sith Empire, they weren't very happy and insisted that I put such thoughts out of my mind. I told them I could never do that, so they locked me in my quarters. Mother would bring me food, leaving the tray just inside my door, and retrieving it the same way. Father and my brothers stood just outside the door, their blasters trained on me to keep me from escaping. Even with this, I continued to study and began applying my studies, teaching myself how to connect with the Force.

After only a few months, father was hired to catch a litter of Nexu cubs. The buyer was willing to pay double upon delivery, so father agreed to do the job. I stayed on the ship while he took my mother and my brothers to find the cubs. With everyone off the ship, I was able to unlock the door by causing an electrical short with a short burst of Force lightning, which I had only recently figured out. As the sun was setting, I heard their screams and ran out to find them. I saw mother and three of my brothers dead as Father and my oldest brother fought the Nexu. I reached out through the Force, touching the beast's mind as it slashed at my father. I could feel its fear and pain, and its overpowering need to protect its cubs. I tried to calm it through the Force, but was moments too late, as its claws sliced through my father's chest. My brother managed to get to his blaster and shot the creature. When he turned to me, I saw and felt his happiness at killing the animal. He retrieved the cubs, six white and a rare black, and killed three before I had the chance to react.

I attacked him, throwing him off with the suddenness of my attack. I pinned him to the ground, my dagger at his throat. I could feel his fear, and I realized that I LIKED it. I could see more clearly than ever before, and his fear mixed with my anger made me WANT to kill him. I cut deep, watching the deep red blood flood from his throat. It was the first time I had killed anyone, and it felt amazing. When I went to check the remaining cubs, I spotted several Nexu approaching. I knew I wouldn't be able to make it to the ship before they surrounded me, so I waited by the cubs. In moments I was surrounded by the Nexu. Reaching through the Force again, I touched their minds. I sent feelings of calming and tried to assure them I was no danger to them. Warily they gathered the three white cubs, but they ignored the other.

After they left, I grabbed the remaining cub and returned to the ship. Once in orbit, I checked the cub, finding that she was only a few days old. I knew I would need a place to keep her, so I set a course for a station my parents had frequented and began clearing out their belongings. In one of the old storage bays, one my father never let me enter, I found a strange tank. When I looked into it, I saw a strange creature I had never seen before. Several of them. After some searching, I found that they were Amphistaff polyps, all at different stages of growth. I decided that I would release them back on Wayland, where Father had recorded finding them, before going to the station. Upon releasing the polyps into a body of water that had many other polyps, the Amphistaffs from the last polyp detached, the last of which got tangled in the grasses. When I went to free it, I felt an instant connection with it. I tried to release it, but it coiled around my body. After detaching it, I attempted to leave it behind, but it followed onto the ship. I extended my hand to it and the creature instantly leapt to my arm. I decided to keep it as well. On the way to the station, I studied more on Amphistaffs and found it quite easy to "train" it, and easy to learn how to use it. Leaving it and the Nexu in what was formerly my parents quarters, I began modifying the second sleeping quarters and the storage bays to better suit my needs.

After completing the changes I needed to and leaving the station (which took almost three standard months), I made my way to Tatooine. Father's client had told him to bring the cubs there, and that was exactly what I intended to do. On my way there, I trained Killa, who had started responding to my commands at the station. I was also doing much better with Vipre, which was the name I gave the Amphistaff. By the time we arrived at Tatooine, Killa had gotten much larger, her back level with my hips.

When I first arrived, I went to the coordinates provided, but was told it would be another three standard months before the clients would be returning as they had other business. Irritated, I returned to the Sunflier. I decided to fly out to an isolated area and continue my training. I worked from before the suns rose to well after dark, teaching myself the basics of the Force and meditating, advancing what I could of my combat skills, and, using my old wooden staves, multiple bladed combat forms.

After much research, I learned of the forms of lightsaber combat. Already understanding the basics, form one, or Shii-Cho, was easy for me to learn. I decided I wanted to learn as much as I could, so I decided to focus on form six, or Niman, since it incorporated the other forms. Along with the staves, I trained with Vipre, teaching it to remain at rest around my waist and bolt to my left arm with a basic signal. I continued working with Killa, pushing her to run faster, strike accurately, and follow commands.

A few days before the clients were supposed to arrive, I returned to the city of Mos Taike to wait. I monitored the building I was to meet them in, and at around midday the day after I was told they would return, I saw the two men enter. I entered and approached them, introducing myself and informing them that my family had died attempting to retrieve the cubs. I told them that I managed to take a black one and escape, and the men wanted to see it. Thus far, they had played right into my trap. What I failed to anticipate was a trap of their own.

Before I left, they told me they did not believe I was who I claimed to be. They tasked me with killing the child of a local Twi'lek dignitary who had been quite bothersome to them, a task the rest of my family would have taken without hesitation. I told them I would do so, keeping a calm, cool composure while I raged internally. I had no intention of doing so, but knew I had to at least act like I would. I left to find my "target", and when I did, I informed the noble of the threat to his child. He discreetly moved the child to his ship and publicly lamented the loss of the child while I returned to the clients. They agreed to meet the following day to purchase the Nexu, and I left for the night.

As I left, the suns were setting. Making my way to my ship, I had to pass through a dark alley. As I reached the end, a group of thugs attacked me. There were about nine of them, with weapons varying from blasters to vibroblades. I fended them off as best I could, but I had never fought this many at one time. I called for Killa, reaching through the Force to find her and nudge her mind. The Amphistaff proved a good weapon, it's venom spit incapacitating two of the thugs and it's rigid form slicing another across his chest before Killa burst through. Her powerful claws ripped through two more, and she tore another's head off with her powerful jaws. Before I could strike at the next thug, I felt a sharp, excruciating pain across my back, turning slightly to see Killa kill the last three thugs before I lost consciousness.

When I woke, I saw Killa standing over me, and I could sense the fear from her. I looked around and realized we were on the ship. I asked her if she had dragged me here and she gave a little chirrup. She helped me stand and go over to the med packs, and I pulled out a large bacta patch. She stayed close as I showered and dried, then I placed the patch on a bench, peeled away the cover, and laid across it so it was perfectly centered. Using the last of my energy, I sealed the ship and piloted it to a distant cliff. After powering down, I slept. I woke again after several days and peeled away the bacta patch. The scar was massive, but I decided not to do anything about it. It was a reminder of how Killa had saved my life in her first encounter with anyone other than me, in her first fight. Looking at my Nexu, I smiled at her. Retrieving a creature I had purchased at the market, I tossed it to her as a treat and praised her for a job well done.

After a few more days of healing, I went back to Mos Taike. I paid a local to ask where the clients were, and he returned saying that they would not return for another five standard months. Enraged, I returned to what had become my hideaway to continue training. A few weeks later, on a trip to Mos Espa, I met a young woman by the name of Neiko Bloodmoon.

(Neiko Colab Story)

I waited until they returned, leaving a message as a prospective seller of rare animals for them to meet me in Mos Entha. They enthusiastically agreed. I monitored their progress by a probe droid I purchased, laying a trap for their speeders. I waited as they made their way across the sands, sitting on a raised rock edge as the suns began to set. I spotted the speck of their speeders moving quickly across the sands and crouched low, ready to leap down. The thin, clear wire sliced through the base of the speeders just enough to render them useless and throw their riders into the rocky cliff base.

I jumped down, landing directly in front of them with Killa at my right side. In my left hand, Vipre was coiled around my wrist, ready to strike.

"But you're dead!" The older of the two exclaimed.

I grinned, exuding pure malice, and stiffened the Amphistaff in my hand, stabbing it through both men's legs, relishing their screams before speaking in a deathly cool voice.

"I know. Now, you are going to tell me everything I want to know." I looked directly at the older man. "If you try to refuse or lie to me, I will hurt your son." I allowed a small smirk, sensing their fear. "Now tell me. Why did you contract Collum Drogus to capture those cubs?"

After he answered my questions, including why those thugs had attacked me and who he worked for, I was so disgusted with them both. For every horrible thing they had done, I stabbed or sliced them with Vipre. Their screams were music to my ears, and as the suns made their final descent beneath the horizon, their dark crimson blood became reflective pools of obsidian. Finished with them, signaled Killa to kill the son, making the father watch before I slowly slit his throat. I returned to the ship with Killa for the night, the fresh memory of what I did to them replaying in my head and my dreams.

The next morning, I let Killa out of the shop so she could run as I began my usual morning training. She still had not returned by midday, and when the suns hung low in the sky, I became truly worried. I set out to find her, using my connection with her like a tracking beacon. I found her asleep, two large banthas on either side of her torn to pieces. The smell was horrendous. I yelled her name and she slowly raised her sleeping head, looking at me with half closed eyes. I told her to come, and she returned to the ship with me. She stench never left as we walked, and I realized it was because she had rolled in the rotting banthas. Disgusted, I made her wait outside while I found every possible cleaning agent on the ship that was not toxic to her. I mixed together the ones that were safe to mix and sprayed her down with it. It took several washes before the stench was gone, and all I could do was shake my head at her before showering and going to bed.

(Neiko Colab Story cont.)

After leaving Neiko, and shortly before my 23rd birthday, I began making my way to Korriban. I had learned something intriguing about my parents and I knew that the day would come for me to track down their employers. What I knew shook me: my father had never truly retired from being a bounty hunter, and he was more than just that. According to the file, he had been trained as an assassin and bodyguard for his former employer. After meeting my mother, who was a slave sent as a spy to my father's employer, they decided to escape. After Vander was born, they entered back into his service under the guise of smugglers, but their true job was to spy on his enemies and capture those they were told to capture.

I was disgusted with what my parents had done, and even more so at their former employer. I had no information on him, so I put my thirst for revenge on hold, deciding to make my way to the Sith world Korriban and the Academy I had heard of with every intention of becoming a Sith…"



Skills (10 points): Augmentation
Force Sense
Telekinesis
Force Push
Force Shock
Force Resistance
Telepathy
Shii-Cho
Tràkata
Niman​
 
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Title:
The Empress Darth Hesper, Imperatrix of the Sith; Exalted High Priestess of the Final Sith Order; the Butcher of Coruscant; Hierarch of the Hesperians; The Third Eye; Immortalis; Tsis'Ari
Name: Théa Lasena, née Cifra

Age: Appears to be approximately in her early 30s

Sex: F

Species: Human

Homeworld: Naboo

Occupation: Empress of the Sith

Height: 5'1"

Weight: 104lbs

Physical Description: Hesper is a petite human female with a slim face that sports a long diagonal scar that overlaps her left eye; her left eye has become pale and clouded as a result of the wound, and her other eye is a startling shade of bright grey. She has exceedingly long pale blonde hair, which she rarely styles. Her complexion is fair and her cheeks, chest, shoulders, and arms are generously dusted with freckles. Her expressions usually read as being pensively lonely or as grim scowls. She wears minimal cosmetics, save for the occasional dark eyeshadow or deep red lip (though never simultaneously), and keeps her nails short.

Clothing: Hesper favors simple clothes in black, emerald, or white; she has an affinity for long, shapeless kaftans, gowns, and cloaks, or for well-tailored trousers and flowing blouses or tunics. Hesper ascribes to the "modest is hottest" view of fashion, preferring to cover up than expose skin. When dressing for battle, she may don pauldrons and arm armor. Sometimes wears a sheer full-body veil over her clothing.

Weapons: One slim, long-handled lightsaber with a classic red blade.

She keeps, but does not use, her deceased husband's blue-bladed Jedi saber.
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Equipment: None of note.

Vehicles: A Victory I-Class Star Destroyer called Sibyl II: it is well-equipped for planetary defense and assault, ground troop support, and ship-to-ship combat. This particular Star Destroyer has also had its comm suite upgraded, and hosts a myriad of HoloNet transmitters and receivers, making it an excellent command and communication center. Sibyl II sports a dark graphite-colored hull, with emerald markings. The original Sibyl was commandeered and had to be left behind in 5 ABY.
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An Executor-class Star Dreadnought called the Auspex: The Auspex is a fortress in the sky, equipped with extensive armaments and well-suited for planetary assault, ship-to-ship combat, space battles, and sieges. It carries a large complement, along with over 40,000 troopers. The Auspex features customized emerald-colored exterior lighting, and a dark grey hull.

The Auspex is one of three identical Dreadnoughts under employ by the Hesperians; the other two are the Haruspex and the Magus.
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Languages/Alphabets: Galactic Basic, High Galactic, Sith (Ancient, High), Mando'a, Cheuhn, Naboo, Ryl, Galactic Sign Language

Combat Skills: Hesper is an extremely capable user of Telekinetic Force powers, specializing in its applications to the physical world around her, favoring skills such as Force Push, Wave, and Rend. Also possessing the ability to perceive many of the temporal aspects of the Force, Hesper has phenomenal skills in Farsight, Precognition, Shatterpoint, and Psychometry, and is a God-tier practitioner of Darksight. She is an excellent and extremely athletic hand-to-hand lightsaber combatant. Her favored lightsaber combat forms are Ataru and Niman, and she utilizes Sokan and Tràkata. She also excels in skills such as Dark Side Healing, Tutaminis, and Phase.

She is a highly capable combatant with melee weapons beyond the lightsaber, sometimes using swords and quarterstaffs; she is also an intermediate markswoman, though her skill with a blaster has diminished since she lost the sight in her left eye.

Strengths: Creative, intelligent, and adaptable. Hesper is hyper-aware of spatial relations and is wildly inventive in manipulating her physical surroundings. A quick and skilled lightsaber combatant. She is an accomplished scholar and has excellent historical, philosophical, and tactical knowledge. Knows much about art and culture across the galaxy. Very discerning and endlessly patient. As a sculptor, she has an excellent eye for art.

Weaknesses: Distant and emotionally sensitive. Hesper lacks keen Force empathy—mind tricks, probes, and control are not in her wheelhouse. Despite her reclusive and standoffish nature, she is quick to establish deep (and exploitable) loyalty and affection towards the few she deems worthy, and can be vulnerable to feelings of familial and romantic love, as well as compassion.

Her piety to the Dark Side is both a strength and weakness.

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Personality: A woman of few words, Hesper is somber and grim; she keeps a relatively even temper, though this never detracts from her pervasive intensity and the sense that there is always a glimmer of mania just below her surface. She is a master at masking her true emotions, and relies on her reclusiveness to act as an extra layer of emotional defense. She is pensive, thoughtful, articulate, and clever, with a sprinkle or sarcasm.

Fears: Hesper fears the end of all things. She fears loss, betrayal, and non-existence.

Likes: Hesper likes to create art, and greatly enjoys sketching, sculpting with clay, and creating bronzium sculptures of all types. She likes going to galleries, seeing live music and performances, and dining out. She is an avid reader. Enjoys eating sweets and pastries, particularly five-blossom bread from her native Naboo. Likes to win.

Dislikes: People who are cocky, talk loudly, or use a lot of empty words. Dislikes excessive fidgeting like knee bouncing, foot tapping, or drumming fingers. Hates to be interrupted. Strong distaste for politicians.

Habits: Rakes her fingers through her hair when irritated.

Relationships/Love Interests: None.

Masters: Emperor Darth Dreadwar

Apprentices: Aralia Drogus

Reputation: Hesper has secured a formidable reputation as the Butcher of Coruscant, the woman who slaughtered the entire Senate and the Moffs and Grand Moffs of the Federation in one bloody go. She is revered by those who know of her, and respected for her martial skill.

Biography: Hesper was born in Theed, Naboo, between 123 and 128 ABY as Théa Cifra. The gloomy and anger-prone daughter of an architect father and royal seamstress mother, Hesper lived a relatively middle-class life within the walls of the Palace; her early childhood was as calm as it possibly could have been as the Sith-Imperial war raged for the first few years of her life. Staunch supporters of the Federation and vehemently anti-Force, her parents eschewed anything having to do with Krayt's One Sith and the New Jedi Order, but remained as uninvolved as they possibly could.

After her father's death following a terminal illness in 134 ABY, Hesper's mother moved she and her younger brother to Dee'ja Peak, where they lived simply in the outskirts of town on a very small family-owned estate. Quiet, stormy young Hesper truly loved the Gallo Mountains and spent hours alone on the nearby trails, and it was where she uncovered her latent Force abilities—though she never spoke of being able to move and reshape the earth to anyone, as she was always told by her mother that the Force was not for people of their ilk. When she was not exploring the trails, she read voraciously.

When Hesper finished her schooling at a small local university at the age of 18, she left Naboo for Coruscant with the dream of becoming a sculptor; she took with her one bag of her belongings, and a recommendation from a family friend and Naboo parliament member for commission work for members of the Senate. She left behind her mother and brother at Dee'ja Peak, and that was the last time she saw or heard from them.

After her arrival on Coruscant, she began work as a sculptor—she lived alone in a modest mid-level apartment, where she collected books, datacrons, antique knickknacks, and where she sculpted. At first, she sculpted only for the lesser-known senators and military officials. A breakthrough finally came a handful of years after her arrival on Coruscant in the form of a grand bronzium statue to be installed in the library of the Jedi Temple. After its completion and during its installation in the Temple, Hesper was confronted by a young Jedi Knight who warned her of her strength in the Force, telling her— with a jovial wink and a laugh—that she could easily have been mistaken for another Jedi.

Hesper was taken aback by this, immediately disbelieving the Jedi. She did believe she possessed he Force—but to that extent seemed unreasonable to her. Carrying on, Hesper ignored the encounter for several months. But as time marched on, she thought on it more and more frequently. What if the Jedi Knight was right? What if she really was that powerful? It made her think back on her childhood and every enraged outburst she’d ever had, too. What if she was predisposed to the Dark Side of the Force? The Dark Side that Krayt’s Sith used, and that her parents hated so much...

Hesper delved deep into researching the Force on her own. She extensively studied the teachings of the Jedi with the hope that her proclivity to the Dark Side wasn’t true, but, finding that Jedi teachings did not suit her views in the slightest, turned to studying what little she could find about the ways of the Sith—and it was like slipping on a tailor-made glove. Never before had Hesper read anything that resonated so soundly with her soul. Now resolute to find the path to the Dark Side, Hesper locked away her dark ambition and began first with attempts to gather basic mastery of the Force.

She was unsure of where to begin, and so she turned back to the Jedi—she committed herself to locating the Jedi who had first confronted her about her presence in the Force. But what Hesper did not plan for was how he would sweep her off her feet.

Naren Lasena, the Jedi Knight Hesper had met a year prior, was all she ever could have wanted and more. Handsome, intelligent, gentle, and philosophical, Naren was perfection in Hesper’s eyes. At first, they became fast friends, and Naren remained unaware of Hesper’s tendencies toward the Dark; he attributed her aura in the Force to his overwhelming feelings for the beautiful and pensive young woman. The two fell faster in love than they had become friends, and Hesper's pure adoration for Naren caused a great conflict within her—were she to continue on her path to the Dark Side, what would become of the man she loved?

Yet even still, over the short years they were together, Hesper gleaned all she could from Naren. Force techniques, saber combat forms, lightsaber construction, and meditation among the most prominent things. She devoured all she learned from him, and still lusted for more.

Hesper loved Naren more than anything, and two years after she had found Naren again, they wed in secret. They lived a life full of art, philosophy, literature, and love, and for three years, they were happy. Even despite the secret nature of their relationship and the long stretches of time Naren spent away from Coruscant, Hesper could not have asked for a more perfect marriage. When Naren was not away on Jedi business, they travelled together, read together, dreamt together, came to know every intimate inch of each other... and soon, Hesper was with child—and had almost entirely forgotten her secret ambition of joining the Sith. An expecting mother, she began to consider abandoning her private quest for the Sith in order to better protect the secrets that were her husband and child from those who would seek to tear their family apart: The Jedi Order—who, according to Naren, strictly forbade marriage—and the politicians and media that so closely watched Hesper's career.

But it was not destined to last.

Much to her heartbreak and horror, Hesper lost the child at five months in a tragic and bloody airspeeder accident that left her physically broken and her unborn child dead. The grief drove Hesper to the edge—in hysterics and unwilling to cope, Hesper locked herself away for months following “the accident”, while the media pounded at her door to cover the story of the acclaimed young artist Théa Cifra and the mysterious pregnancy she had seemingly so viciously ended. Branded the “deranged mystery mother” and “infant butcher” on the HoloNet, Hesper turned to her art as a means to cope, creating disturbing, macabre sculptures as her career took an epic nosedive. During the time she spent in self-isolation, she repeatedly begged her husband to return home from the mission that had kept him away since before the child had been lost—Hesper pleaded for him to come home and help her cope, but each time, Naren refused.

Hesper then realized that her husband, whom she loved dearly, would always place the Jedi Order before her. She hadn't seen it before, as she'd been lovestruck, but after the realization dawned on her, she came back to her original desire to join the Sith. A new desire for power blossomed in her.

Nine months after their unborn child’s violent demise, Naren finally returned home from his mission; briefly hopeful they could return to life as it was, Naren made every effort to repair the damage he had done by not returning when Hesper had begged him to. But Hesper would have none of it, for she had become resolute to pursue becoming a Sith, and with her career all but decimated, there was no forgiveness in her. She attacked training herself with a ferocity she had never possessed before.

Then, one day, Hesper made a decision to get back at her flake of a husband: she would reveal her and Naren’s marriage to the Jedi Council... the marriage they had so meticulously kept secret over the years.

This backfired tremendously, for Hesper then discovered that the relationship Naren had insisted be kept so hush-hush was not unsanctioned by the Jedi, and there had been no need for secrecy. Naren had insisted the marriage be kept secret simply so Hesper would not interfere with his ability to perform his Jedi duties. Astonished and furious at Naren, Hesper demanded the Jedi Order reprimand such deceit. The Council obliged by temporarily suspending Naren from the Order, much to Hesper’s relief.

Naren was devastated. But Hesper, too, was devastated. How could the man she loved so dearly keep her secret in such a way, and for so long? All those years! Wasted! Every kiss, every moment they spent together had been an absolute lie. Naren didn’t want to spend forever with her. He only wanted to serve a corrupt and vile order. Hesper had been right strung along. Rage and the painful desire for retribution burned in Hesper’s chest.

With her trust shattered and her connection to the Dark Side of the Force growing ever stronger by the day, Hesper took it upon herself to kill Naren several nights later in their apartment. She divulged to him her plan to pursue the Dark Side, and admitted to him that she had been learning from him all along before revealing the lightsaber she had built in secret using the knowledge he had unknowingly imparted to her. Breaking down into hysterics, Hesper drove her lightsaber into Naren's chest, killing him.

The next day, Hesper gathered only a few things she owned into a crate, took her husband's lightsaber, and fled from Coruscant. For the following year, Hesper chewed on what she had done and what had happened on Coruscant as she traveled the known galaxy. She did not meet many people, and kept herself under the radar until she arrived at Korriban, ready to find a Sith master and begin her quest for higher power.

She was apprenticed to Emperor Dreadwar, and became immediately embroiled in a short but furious battle. Over the course of a few short whirlwind days, Hesper completed her training, and was promoted to the rank of High Lord. The power she had merely tasted during her self-training on Coruscant and in her travels around the galaxy had multiplied beyond her wildest dreams. And now with a scar from the Sith's trip to Mortis, Hesper's original strength in spatial relations morphed into a different sense, one in which she could sense time, and foresee the future.

Hesper then found herself catapulted through time to 5 ABY alongside the Triumvirate and the Dark Tribunal. Shortly after, the Triumvirate self-destructed, and the War of Three began. With her position as High Lord revoked and her trust in her fellow Sith broken, Hesper found herself at immediate odds with each of the now separate Triumvirs. Needing a moment of respite, Hesper slipped into the shadows aboard her Star Destroyer Sibyl, waiting for the right opportunity to return to the side of the one she considers to be the one true ruler. But by the start of the civil war, Hesper could no longer judge who deserved her loyalty. Once again disappearing into the shadows, Hesper searched for a way to return to her original timeline…




Class: Sorcerer

Rank: Empress of the Sith (Level 10)

Skills:

Shii-cho – 5
- Soresu (Shii-cho) – 5
- Ataru (Shii-cho) – 5
- Niman (Shii-cho) – 5
- Tràkata (Shii-cho) – 4
Augmentation – 5
- Force Jump (Augmentation) – 5
- Force Speed – 5
Force Sense – 5
- Farsight (Force Sense) – 5
- Precognition (Force Sense) – 5
- - GODLIKE - Darksight (Sith Prophet, Precognition, Battle Meditation - God-tier) – 10
- Force Sight (Force Sense) – 4
Telekinesis – 5
- Force Push (TK) – 5
- - Force Whirlwind (Force Push) – 5
- - Force Burst (Force Push) – 5
- - Force Wave (Force Push) – 5
- Force Rend (TK) – 5
- Force Wound (TK) – 5
- - Force Choke (Force Wound) – 5
- - - Telekinetic Kill (Force Choke) – 5
- - - Force Crush (Force Choke) – 5
- Levitation (TK) – 5
Telepathy – 5
- Mental Shield (Telepathy) – 5
- Mind Trick (Telepathy) – 4
- Force Illusion (Telepathy) – 5
- Mind Shard (Sorcerer class, Telepathy) – 5
Force Resistance – 5
- Adiabatic Shield (TK, Force Resistance) – 5
- Force Barrier (TK, Force Resistance) – 5
- - Protection Bubble (Force Barrier, Adiabatic Shield) – 5
- Tutaminis (Force Resistance) – 5
Dark Side Healing – 5
Force Bond – 5
- Battle Meditation (Force Bond) – 5
Feed on Dark Side – 5
Inflict Pain – 5
Force Reflex – 4
GODLIKE - Create Holocron – 10
Ballistakinesis (TK) – 5
Dimension Shift – 5
Teleport – 5
Force Light – 4
Force Scream – 5
Phase – 5
Psychometry – 5
Shatterpoint – 5
 
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IC: Imperatrix Hesper
Sidi Rahhal

Hesper eyed Aralia as she knelt before her. She lingered on the young woman's blonde hair, bowed head, ruminating on what fleeting premonitions had danced before her third eye as Aralia had been ushered through the grand villa of Sidi Rahhal. Visions of struggle, of failure. Of penance and then triumph. Of red blades crossed, and of tranquil study. Of...

Closing her eyes, Hesper turned her face away from Aralia, willing her presaging to end. Such foresight could be limiting— to write one's fate before they had the opportunity to change it was cruel and unjust. Ah, how her powers often plagued her! Her expressions would be cryptic to Aralia, almost scornful; guarded motions and flinty eyes hid her true uneasiness, masking it with an air of detached scrutiny.

She could sense that Aralia was ambitious— it showed in the minute way she held her shoulders just so, the brave action of stepping between Hesper's lethal Imperial Guards, and the proclamation of eagerness to learn. "Walk with me, Aralia," the Empress said, gesturing languidly for the young woman to follow with one slender hand. "Let us discuss your training."

Hesper gave her guards a hand signal to stay where they were, posted on either side of the elegant sandstone arch Aralia had stepped through to kneel before her master. Moving around the corner of the blue, rectangular pool, Hesper waited for Aralia to follow, feeling a soft breeze blow in from the pale cerulean sky above the open-air courtyard in which they stood. The Empress' gown twinkled invitingly in the blazing sun, mysterious daytime stars. "It's my understanding that you have begun your study as a sorceress at the Academy on Korriban. We all tend to fall into our specializations early on; tell me, what is it you hope to specialize in? What is your inclination in the Force?"


 
IC: Aralia Drogus
Sidi Rahhal

As she awaited her Masters response, Aralia felt a flicker of nervousness. Did I say something wrong? She thought to herself. The Empress's expression, while guarded, was almost scornful. She feared, for only a brief moment, that her Master would change her mind about training her. As quickly as such thoughts crossed her mind, she pushed them away, calming herself with the knowledge that such thoughts were unnecessary.

She was quickly snapped from her thoughts when the Empress spoke. "Walk with me, Aralia. Let us discuss your training." She gestured elegantly for Aralia to follow, and she watched as her Master glided gracefully around the corner of the blue pool, her dress twinkling in the golden sunlight. The cool breeze urged her to swiftly follow, and she rose as the Empress spoke again. "It's my understanding that you have begun your study as a sorceress at the Academy on Korriban. We all tend to fall into our specializations early on; tell me, what is it you hope to specialize in? What is your inclination in the Force?"

Aralia approached her Master, stopping before her. Unsure of what to do, Aralia clasped her hands loosely in front of her and bowed her head respectfully before responding in a clear, confident tone.

"Yes, my Master. Since first learning of the Force and the Sith, I have desired such great power. After learning I could wield it, I opened myself to the Force. Ever since that day, I found I have a strong affinity for communicating with non-sentient creatures and manipulating non-Force users. I know with training I will be able to accomplish much more, perhaps even the ability to control sentient beings regardless of Force affinity. I am not entirely certain of a specific specialty, as I wish to first learn what I can about every specialty." Aralia glanced at her Masters face, hoping she had answered her questions satisfactorily. The Empress's expression gave no inclination as to what she thought, so Aralia could only hope she had pleased her Master.

She fell silent, awaiting her Masters response as the gentle breeze tugged at her snowy hair. She felt the Amphistaff move faintly against her waist, tightening comfortably.


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IC: Imperatrix Hesper
Sidi Rahhal

Hesper hmmed— a thoughtful noise. She continued to walk, expecting Aralia to continue to follow as she made her way towards a hallway on the opposite side of the courtyard. Beast control. Mind control. Such practitioners of these veins of power could be extraordinarily dangerous. An inquisitor wielding the capability to take what they pleased from the minds of the weak was a ruthless and deadly weapon; finely honed, they were among the most feared Sith in the Order. And, among the ranks of her most trusted Hesperians, a skilled inquisitor was invaluable. To seek and destroy the disloyal. Hesper's lips twitched. With the right guidance and shaping, Aralia could become a cruel dagger in Hesper's hand, all sharp edges and slippery silver.

Admittedly, this style of power did not come naturally to Hesper. She was more a woman of substance, who felt and manipulated not people nor animals, but things. Earth, stone, metal, glass. Her fingers were well-attuned to the intricacies and nuance of shape and form, and she could command that skill with deadly inventive precision. And beyond this, she shaped something far more incorporealshe subconsciously touched the scar on her face— fate. Much like she envisioned the artwork her hands created, she also envisioned and molded destiny. It was a mystical power which was the gestalt of her ability to foretell the future. Her powers of divination were sublime; it was why she was called priestess, why there was a cult following her like an emerald shadow.

These were skills she would also teach Araliatelekinesis and foresightamong the standard fare of skills and subjects such as swordsmanship, history, debate, critical thinking, martial arts, and endurance.

Hesper passed under a sandstone arch, into a shaded and cool hallway. "I think we shall begin with the most basic of Force powers; those which are indispensable and widely applicable. Force push, pull; telepathy. Saber combat, of course." She gestured passively with one hand, and shot a glance over her shoulder at Aralia. Her grey eye was piercing. "I believe firmly that mastery of the basics will take you far. You'll be a well-rounded Sith. Skilled, learned, deadly."


 
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IC: Aralia Drogus
Sidi Rahhal

Aralia heard her Master 'hmm' before beginning to walk away. She looked at her Master, feeling the urge to follow, and decided to trust that feeling. She followed the Empress into a cool, shaded hallway, wondering what lay in store for her.

"I think we shall begin with the most basic of Force powers; those which are indispensable and widely applicable. Force push, pull; telepathy. Saber combat, of course. I believe firmly that mastery of the basics will take you far. You'll be a well-rounded Sith. Skilled, learned, deadly." When her Master looked at her with her piercing grey eye, Aralia felt exposed to the powerful woman. She felt as if the Empress could see everything about her, her thoughts and feelings, and even her future. She had heard of the Empress's abilities and was aware such a thing was possible, though she had no desire to know her fate. Not at this time anyway.

Her Master's words sent a thrill through her. Aralia was eager to learn all that she could from the Empress, and the knowledge that she was going to learn this from the most powerful woman in the galaxy filled her with a sensation she had only felt once before. That day as a child when she encountered the old Sith ruins. A feeling of immense passion and hunger to consume every bit of knowledge she could. Though she was brimming with these feelings, Aralia maintained a cool demeanor, allowing only a grateful smile to show. She bowed her head to her Master.

"Thank you, Master. I will learn well everything you teach me."

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IC: Imperatrix Hesper
Sidi Rahhal

Walking steadily, Empress Hesper led Aralia through the shaded hallways of Sidi Rahhal; even here within the compound, the oppressiveness of the planet's dark side aura bore down heavily. It was thick, and mingled dangerously with the already hot and sultry air. The longer Aralia's feet touched the sands and stones of Jaguada, the more its corruption would make itself a home in her gut, nauseating her and slowing her steps. But, oh, it was like the finest liquor. Honeyed and rich, dangerous and tantalizing. And the Empress walked through this heady air with such ease! She moved like a dancer, her limbs willowy and lithe.

"Let's begin today," Hesper said, her voice carrying throughout the palatial hallway. "There is a courtyard here which would suit perfectly."

To Aralia, it would seem like this palace was nothing but courtyards, as they breezed past several more, each one similar yet different. Eventually, the Empress led Aralia through a hallway lined with pristine, archaic weaponry; pikes and glaives, staves and shining, sinister Sith swords. Here, the air almost seemed to hiss with the dark side. It was alive, breathing and shifting like a beast. "Come," Hesper urged. She gestured for Aralia as she stepped under a raised iron portcullis and into the arena courtyard. It was an empty space, filled with nothing but a dusty dirt floor.

The sun was too bright, unusually strong. It burned down from above, and bounced off every surface in the walled courtyard. It was dizzying, and Aralia would find herself feeling sick and adrift, as if she were stranded in the middle of the desertinstead of confined in a training ring in the middle of Sidi Rahhal. Looking up, she would see the shapes of tall palms bending as if to peer down into the box that held Aralia, and the suggestion of cirrus clouds blowing lazily high up in the atmosphere. In the brilliance of Jaguada's sun, the Empress' gown went from softly glimmering to appearing like a blazing deep space nebula. But it was wrong, inverted; a smear of darkness in a sea of effulgence.

"Let's talk about telekinesis," the Empress said. Her voice sounded distant to Aralia's ears as Hesper tucked her legs beneath herself and sank into a comfortable kneel in the center of the courtyard, indicating with a languid hand for Aralia to do the same. "It is the hallmark trait of a Force user; to move things with one's mind. Personally, it was my first encounter with my powers." Hesper flipped her long hair over her shoulder, running her fingers through it so it laid neatly across her lap. "Tell me of your own first experience; how did you learn of your own Force capability?"


 
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IC: Aralia Drogus
Sidi Rahhal

Aralia followed the Empress as she walked through the cool hallway, wondering where they were going.

"Let's begin today. There is a courtyard here which would suit perfectly." Aralia continues to follow her Master through many courtyards, curious as to just how many there were and what may be in each.

As they walked, Aralia felt the dark power around her. It felt as if it was trying to crush her,make her an eternal part of it's world. She presumed most would try to fight this power, but she continued to allow it to flow through and around her as she had done upon arriving here. The dark power was ever present, and she was beginning to grow accustomed to it. She was wary though, as she did not know what would happen when she used the Force with this power whirling around her. She stayed in step with the Empress, though she did not walk as elegantly as her Master. They passed through a hallway filled with an incredible assortment of weapons, all gleaming in pristine condition. She felt the strong pull of the Dark Side from these weapons, and had to resist the urge to touch one of the swords. She was pulled from her fascination with a simple yet powerful word from her Master. "Come," the Empress said as she stepped into another courtyard.

This one was empty, unlike the other they had passed through. The floor was dusty and the sun was blindingly bright. The sudden shift in light made her momentarily dizzy and sent a pounding pain through her head. She instinctively closed her eyes tight against the pain and light, before shaking her head and pushing the pain to the back of her mind. She opened her eyes, first focusing on the ground before looking further up and around at the bright courtyard. Her eyes adjusted quickly as she turned her attention to the Empress.

Her Master stood there in the blinding light, a sharp contrast to their surroundings, a dark presence in the midst of the light.

"Let's talk about telekinesis," Aralia watched her Master gracefully kneel, gesturing for her to do the same. She moved swiftly to do the same, kneeling across from the Empress as she continued to speak. "It is the hallmark trait of a Force user; to move things with one's mind. Personally, it was my first encounter with my powers. Tell me of your own first experience; how did you learn of your own Force capability?"

Aralia did not hesitate, eager to tell her Master anything she wished to know. "I was thirteen. My oldest brother had angered me. He lied to our parents claiming that I had unlocked the door to where our father kept the Amphistaffs. I had caught my brother in there moments before our father walked by. As punishment, I had to scrub the entire ship and had to scrub the cages for the exotic creatures he would capture for clients. I was so angry with my brother when he came into the storage area that I pictured all of the cages opening and the creatures attacking him. And that is exactly what happened. Every creature in there attacked him, and he barely made it out alive, locking the door behind him. I could feel hundreds of minds around me and realized it was the creatures, so I pictured them going back into their cages, which they did. I locked the cages and continued cleaning. When my father came in, I told him nothing had happened other than my brother coming in, screaming, then leaving and locking the door."


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IC: Imperatrix Hesper
Sidi Rahhal - Training courtyard
Hesper nodded, thoughtful and esoteric as ever. "Your inclination is clear. I'll be sure to continue to feed it."

Absently, she continued to run her fingers through her golden hair, eyes fixed, unmoving, on Aralia. Again, she would feel that creeping sensation... as if the Empress looked through her. What was she looking at? Was she seeing something otherworldly, perhaps something spectral or divine? It was electrifyingor maybe that was the crackling of the ever-oppressive dark side that permeated everything on Jaguada? It would be difficult for Aralia to tell, as it was still nauseatingly thick, regardless that she was submitting herself to it. "Now, telekinesis. I believe it is safe to say you're beyond learning how to move a rock, so let us discuss more refined applications of it."

"The basic principles of telekinetic power are to push, and to pull; from those simple directed motions, you can extrapolate a myriad of more complex and creative uses. Minute manipulations of such can be exerted with utmost finesse, the same way the flick of a pen or twitch of an eye can alter the way something is written or the way an emotion is read." She halted pulling her fingers through her hair, and tapped a thumb on her knee, as if in thought. "If you can master the most basic, core concepts of to push and to pull, you unlock mastery far beyond what you may find in the most erudite and complex tomes and datacrons."

"Let's do an exercise," Hesper said, raising a hand, palm facing forward. From behind Aralia, where the doorway where they had entered from was, something long and glistening whizzed past the apprentice's ear, meeting Hesper's outstretched hand: a long dagger, pulled from the racks of weapons in the hall. Her fingers wrapped around its worn leathered hilt, and the bright sun illuminated its elegant edges. It was just about the length of one's forearm, with a curving guard set with small red stones. "First, take the dagger from me."

She continued to hold the dagger in her hand, fingers white-knuckled; the many small scars on her hands were pronounced, as was the smattering of freckles which dusted the backs of her hands. The blade shone brightly, beckoning...


 
IC: Aralia Drogus
Sidi Rahhal - Training Courtyard

Aralia watched and listened intently as her Master nodded and spoke. She paid close attention to the Empresses movements, noting her finger moving through her golden tresses and the way she looked at her. Aralia felt as if her Master was staring through her, the same feeling from only a short time before when she had arrived at the villa. She paid close attention to her Master's words as she spoke of telekinesis, pushing the almost distracting energy around her to the back of her mind, forcing her stomach to settle and her nerves to calm. Whether it was from her excitement or the suffocating dark power surrounding her, Aralia was mildly on edge, though she forced such distracting feelings aside and focused solely on the Empress's words.

When her Master mentioned doing an exercise, Aralia perked up, sitting almost imperceptibly straighter as the dagger passed, almost nicking her ear on its path to its summoner's open hand.

"First, take the dagger from me." Her Master instructed.

Aralia focused on the dagger, it's shining blade glinting in the sunlight, held tightly in the Empress's elegant, pale hand. She closed her eyes, allowing the Force to fill her, feeling it's dark power run through her. She opened her eyes again, placing her right hand palm up on her knee, focusing on the dagger. She focused on using the Force to rip it from its wielder's hand, sending an invisible hand to grasp around the hilt and pull it to her own. She pulled at the dagger with as much strength as she could, prepared to stop the blade if and when she relieved it from her Master, as her frustration fueled the dark fire within her, bolstering her power and her focus on retrieving the blade.


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IC: Imperatrix Hesper
Sidi Rahhal — Training Courtyard
Hesper could feel Aralia's efforts nudging at the dagger in her hand; gently, she pushed back, pitting her own Force power against her apprentice's, forcing Aralia's grasping to fail. Her eyes were searching, keen, observing every movement, or lack thereof, that Aralia made, from the twitch of her nose to the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed deep.

Hesper's fingers remained firmly wrapped around the dagger's hilt.

"You are attempting to practice this power above your skill level," she remarked. "Learning to utilize telekinesis without moving your own body is a refined technique, one you are not skilled enough for, yet. Lift your hand from your knee and try again." She adjusted her grip. "Use the motion of your hand to bolster your use of the Force. Do not forget the Force is as physical as it is incorporeal."

 
IC: Aralia Drogus
Sidi Rahhal - Training Courtyard

Aralia felt her grip fail, sensing a push back on her attempts. As her Master spoke and adjusted her grip on the dagger, Aralia mentally berated herself. Her task was to take the dagger from the Empress, not off the floor or wall. She had to put true effort in, and that involved, as her Master had stated, using motions.

Aralia lifted her hand from her knee, visualizing the Force grabbing the dagger as she made a similar grasping fist. She tugged back, both with the Force and by moving her arm back in a jerking motion. She put as much strength as she could in the motion of her arm and in the Force, her only intention to remove the bejeweled dagger from her Master's grasp and into her own.


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IC: Imperatrix Hesper
Sidi Rahhal — Training Courtyard
Aralia refocused; she lifted her hand and extended her fingers, and Hesper could feel as her apprentice wrapped the dagger in the Force. Then, Aralia pulled. The dagger left Hesper's hand, uncurling her fingers and sailing through the air towards Aralia's outstretched hand. It met with her palm with a soft noise, and Aralia's fingers curled around its hilt.

Calmly, Hesper lowered her own hand, laying it delicately in her lap. "When you took the dagger from me," she began, "what did you envision? How did you picture the Force?"

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@AraliaDrogus
 
IC: Aralia Drogus
Sidi Rahhal - Training Courtyard

As the bejeweled dagger flew from her Masters hand and into her own, Aralia was surprised. Not at the fact that it had happened, but that it had been so easy and natural. She glanced up at her Master, thinking a moment before responding.

"I saw the Force, like a nearly transparent hand, wrap around the blade of the dagger. Then I watched as it slid along the hilt, enveloping the entire dagger in a reddish film. It felt like the dagger was already in my hand as I pulled it to me." She glanced back down at the dagger, feeling a thrill and faint thirst for blood as her pale thumb ran across its crimson jewels. She shook off the feeling as she looked back at her Master with an inquisitive look in her icey eyes.

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IC: Imperatrix Hesper
Sidi Rahhal — Training Courtyard
Hesper appeared to contemplate Aralia's response; the typicality of it, and her grasp on the first of two basic concepts.

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction," she stated, a regurgitation of the most simple of physics theories learned in the early grades of one's schooling. "Push and pull," she reminded Aralia. "For a truly powerful telekinetic application, you must learn to do both simultaneously." She lifted her hand and recalled the dagger to herself.

"Imagine you are swimming in a pool of water, such as the one in the courtyard where we met. You kick your legs and wheel your arms, and in doing so you are able to propel yourself from one end of the pool to the other." Hesper raised her empty hand, holding it flat and parallel with the dusty floor. "Imagine your hand moving through the water. Feel the resistance it gives. Does the water grasp your hand and pull it for you? Or is it the push of the water against your motion that enables you to move forward? Can you imagine the way the water re-places itself behind your hand as you move it, enhancing the speed of your movement?" Hesper lowered and raised her hand in a fluid motion.

"Now, try again, this time envisioning the Force as water: use its pressure and resistance to propel your usage of it. Push as you pull."

She held the dagger again as she did the first timeinvitingly, with its curved blade glinting once again in the too-bright sun.

 
IC: Aralia Drogus
Sidi Rahhal - Training Courtyard

Aralia listened closely to her Master, watching her pale hand move elegantly with her words. She envisioned swimming, recalling the feeling of the push and pull of the water around her. She had always enjoyed swimming, but had never thought of the Force like water. She held back a smile, understanding the Empresses teaching.

Focusing on the dagger again, she reached her right hand forward again. She envisioned the Force wrapping around the dagger as before, though this time less rigid and more fluid like water. Through the Force, she grasped the dagger and pulled, matching the motion with her arm. As she pulled the dagger, she pushed it, using the Force to try and propel it from her Master's grasp, as if the dagger was one's hand in water.
 
IC: Imperatrix Hesper
Sidi Rahhal — Training Courtyard

The dagger swanned with ease through the air, sailing into Aralia's open and waiting palm. "Good," Hesper stated, her voice plain.

Inspecting the dagger once again in her hand, Aralia might notice that the courtyard was not as bright as it once was; the sun blazed with just slightly less intensity than it did a few minutes ago. Then, looking up again, Aralia watched as her master gracefully got to her feet once again, bare toes visible for the briefest of moments under her twinkling black hem. "Keep the dagger," she said. "practice the push and pull of telekinesis on your own time. Now, let us apply that lesson to something far more exciting..."

Drawing herself up to her full, if diminutive, stature, moving her hands with the practiced fluidity of a dancer. Then in the white light of Jaguada's sun, the bright crimson blade of the Empress' lightsaber snapped to life. The hum of her weapon was deep, lulling, a bass thrum that settled in the gut.

"Ignite your saber," she commanded.

 
IC: Aralia Drogus
Sidi Rahhal - Training Courtyard

Aralia was shocked when the dagger flew gracefully to her hand, and after gazing a moment at the bejeweled dagger, she raised her eyes to her Master. Vaguely, she noticed that it was not as bright as before, passing it off as the sun beginning to set. She watched her Master rise gracefully, her gown flowing around her like a swirling midnight sky.

"Keep the dagger," the Empress instructed. "practice the push and pull of telekinesis on your own time. Now, let us apply that lesson to something far more exciting..."

"Thank you, Master. I will." Aralia responded as she ran her thumb over the jewels on the blade's hilt. She had never had something so beautiful in her possession.

The Empress stood to her full stature, her imposing aura far exceeding her physical height, and she gracefully drew her lightsaber, the ignition of it's crimson blade filling Aralia with an excited thrill. As her Master commanded her to ignite her own blade, Aralia stood in a practiced fluid motion, a move she had learned long ago, and tucked the dagger into her belt as she ignited her dark crimson blade. She kept her blade pointed down at her right side, awaiting further instructions on this lesson.

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