The Songstress Reborn
To be young once more, to walk the galaxy in the body of a fresh, untainted girl, to have defied fate and death yet again. It was a bittersweet sensation, one in which Ariealla relished her fortune. She had long since achieved that which the Sith desired most, the infinite lifetime, unending life. Immortality, in layman's terms. Of course, it came with a catch, it always came with a catch. She herself had to take another, and swap with them the body and soul so that she could continue, and they would be left with what she had given them. IF they lived at all, that was. It was quite astonishing she had managed to turn her family and descendants into a cult that outright worshiped her, with this duty being their sole purpose in life.
Weak minded fools, the lot of them. But useful, very useful. Even if their latest 'chosen' was too weak in the force to properly utilize her full power. The Sith "Lord" was stuck in an apprentice body, and all the force limitations that meant. And she had no true way to test her new body's physical limits, not now anyways. First she had to focus on getting her medical supplies together, then getting off world safely. Unlike the weak girl before, she would shine like a beacon to any Jedi in orbit above Korriban, and so would need a private transport.
What a predicament. She sighed and rummaged in her pockets to count the pills she yet had. Barely enough for a single dose more. She could easily *get* these drugs by raiding a hospital before she left, but doing that would bring the Jedi down on her faster than before. She kicked a wall of the cave tomb and made her way out onto the surface. Well, it certainly wouldn't do any good to cry about it now. She had her saber staff on her belt and her sith blade sheathed opposite that, and a few objectives in mind. The first task would be trying to find a pilot to negotiate some sort of deal off world first, then getting her medicine if there was still time.
Of course, she had to hope no one had sensed that massive dark side presence...
[member="Syris the Leaper"]
[member="Azlyn Ike"]
Weak minded fools, the lot of them. But useful, very useful. Even if their latest 'chosen' was too weak in the force to properly utilize her full power. The Sith "Lord" was stuck in an apprentice body, and all the force limitations that meant. And she had no true way to test her new body's physical limits, not now anyways. First she had to focus on getting her medical supplies together, then getting off world safely. Unlike the weak girl before, she would shine like a beacon to any Jedi in orbit above Korriban, and so would need a private transport.
What a predicament. She sighed and rummaged in her pockets to count the pills she yet had. Barely enough for a single dose more. She could easily *get* these drugs by raiding a hospital before she left, but doing that would bring the Jedi down on her faster than before. She kicked a wall of the cave tomb and made her way out onto the surface. Well, it certainly wouldn't do any good to cry about it now. She had her saber staff on her belt and her sith blade sheathed opposite that, and a few objectives in mind. The first task would be trying to find a pilot to negotiate some sort of deal off world first, then getting her medicine if there was still time.
Of course, she had to hope no one had sensed that massive dark side presence...
[member="Syris the Leaper"]
[member="Azlyn Ike"]