A Demon's Fate [Vilox Pazela]

[Lief]

Ten years... Half of her life, it had certainly been a long time since she had met with her first Master, the one who truly instigated her training, he who effectively led her to this point in time without intending to do so. She was no longer a child, she had earnt herself the position as a Sith Knight six years prior, at the mere age of fourteen, and had spent much of the past few years training her Apprentice, whom she had subjugated ten years prior, before she had even reached her teen-years. Yes, a lot had happened since they had last met on Korriban, no matter how brief it had been, and even more since she was under his teachings. From their short encounter she could tell he had not held her disappearance against her, after all what else was she to do given the circumstances? No, but he wanted to know why, and where she had gone... But Kara had fled before giving him the answer.

Now it was time; time to explain, and time to reunite. Hopefully he would hold nothing against her, not if he saw how far she had come, and her acknowledgement in the parts he played for her to get to this point... And ultimately she had something to ask of him, something only he could grant her. Likely it would rely on her giving something in return, but for once she could overlook this so long as he did not ask for anything too great. Material possessions meant nothing to her, if he asked that, and service to the Empire was something she was always willing to offer. No, Kara was prepared for anything he might ask of her.

And thus she wandered through the Academy on Korriban where she knew him to be, as he often was. Straight through the winding corridors she roamed until she reached the ancient chambers they had met within ten years prior. It was as though they had a brief spurt of Deja Vu... Her eyes adjusted to the darkness immediately while she searched the room for the Sith Master, and Lord. She could feel his presence, it was practically tangible. "My Lord Pazela?" she called out, completely respectful - quite the contrast to how she had once been.

@[member='Vilox Pazela']

 

[Darth Vazela]

@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

The cavern above the Umbaran Sith Knight stretched so far that she could not see the ceiling above. Bits of debris from the ancient rocks that made up the Grand Sith Temple littered the floor and dust had settled on the floor, from lack of activity. Darkness had engulfed the area, leaving a cold bite to the bare skin exposed to it. Mist rose and fell from her lips as she spoke, "My Lord Pazela?"

"So you learned how to talk."

The voice came from a throne center to the chamber. For one familiar with history, the cavern had once housed the Dark Council that had ruled over the Sith Empire during the First and Second Galactic Wars. The presence of Vazela on the Sith home world, Korriban, had come about from a meeting just ended hours previously with the other Umbaran Dark Lord of the Sith, Tyrin Ardik. The Emperor had vacated the area some time ago, as well as the other Sith, following the conclusion of the meeting and Vazela's proposal. The Sith Lord had stayed behind to meditate on the dark side of the Force. He often consulted it as he went about his work. As it's guide, Vazela would know what to do. The dark side always had answers.

"Brave of you to speak my real name, however, Kära Vi'dreya." Vazela, his hood lowered to reveal his degraded, aged features, clasped his hands over one another. "Ten years, seven since we last spoke. Rumors spreading... Yet here you are."

"Why have you come?"

 

[Lief]

The cold did not bother her, suffice to say, infact despite the creeping mist she seemed almost at home within it. Apparently the Sith Lord was amazed that she was speaking, or something akin to that, which seemed odd until she remembered her inability to speak Basic. Truth be told Umbarese would always be her mother tongue, that which she fell back on for personal and private use, her thoughts were comprised of it making it easier to hide them from the viewing of others... That and the protective barriers she constantly had in place, of course.

"I mean no disrespect" the young Knight began, tilting her head to one side for a moment, deep in thought as ever; it was obvious by now how much she had changed, she had grown dignified yet still held the intense presence in the Force which had been gained through years of dedication to the Bogan. Infact this presence would be far more powerful than he remembered, or even could have anticipated. Still no master of the blade she relied upon her connection to the Force, and through it obliterated past weaknesses.

Yet now came the decisive point; why was she here? Ontop of this she was curious about which sort of rumours were being spread. "You speak of rumours - what of them?" She finally inquired, while still pondering on the question at hand. She was not worried about what others said about her, it was not as though her daily work reached those outside of her inner sphere, not to begin with, not until the plans had been fully carried out - and this was precisely how Kara liked it. She was a shadow, she did not need initial recognition... Not to begin with.

"I have come to request that which only yourself or the Emperor can permit; I have his blessing, but not your own. It would be rude of me to bypass you, and besides it has been so long since we met with one another, my Lord."

@[member="Vilox Pazela"]

 

[Darth Vazela]

@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]

"You would be correct. It would be rude."

The Sith Lord used the arm rests of the throne to lift himself to his feet and approached the young Sith Knight. His robes hung off him like liquid black, trailing slightly on the ruined, cobbled floor. When he finished his approach, he began to circle around her, his yellow eyes locked on her as he strode. He spoke as he walked, "As you well know, the name that I have gone by for the past several decades is Vazela. It was a name given to me by my master. Her name was Darth Ayra."

"Before I became Vazela, my name was Vilox Pazela. I was a freedom activist for my home world, Almania. It was my belief that Almania should belong to me and that the oppression of the Sith needed to be removed, so that I and my people could live without fear of their tyranny. It came from the stories of Kueller, a Dark Jedi that rose several centuries before and overthrew a government called the Je'har, whom much like the Sith, ruled over Almania. Unlike the latter, however, the Je'har brought about a massacre of my people and subsequently, after Kueller overthrew them and died in his plot to take over the New Republic, my people held two beliefs: we shouldn't be ruled by 'evil' and instead we should be isolated from the rest of the galaxy."

The man came to a stop before the Umbaran and locked his yellow, predatory eyes on hers. "Those beliefs, in the end, destroyed my world and now the Almania system is a barren, desolate place with a dead world and three dead moons. There is no good or evil in the galaxy. Just power; and that is all that matters. I became Vazela because I am a Sith and I realize this fact. Only those of us with this wisdom, when put into a larger picture, can achieve everything we ever wanted and ever needed. We're no longer stagnant. Instead, we're in a constant state of growth and evolution. We have become free."

"So do not make the mistake of referring to my former identity and instead embrace my relatively newest one instead; and don't fall for the stagnation that the Jedi are the epitome of. The rumors that I learned of allowed me to discover that, for a time, you were among their halls. What did you learn about them I wonder?"

"And speaking of curiosity, what is it that I can give you, that your new master cannot?" Vazela concluded, leaning his head to the left as he did so.