Sinistra
Character
She'd been chasing the rumor for almost 5 years. Keyword searches, hunting down every lead on alchemy she could find though every damned system in One Sith, Techno Union or Primeval space. For a woman like her, that was a considerable network, but that didn't guarantee success. It took her nearly 2 full years of hunting before she ever found someone who actually possessed it once.
The fabled holocron of Rave Merrill.
The source, a Devaronian woman with orangish skin, black markings and fine white hair, had been less than forthcoming with Sinistra's line of questions. She was holed up on some backwater world, turning common pets into a court of monsters at the whims of a Hutt to feed his gladiatorial arena. Not the worst use of alchemy, however Sinistra still viewed it as a waste of knowledge and talent, a fact she was certain was clear on her face as she interviewed the younger woman. Interview was a generous word, there was considerable pain involved in milking the answers from her subject but, as with all proper application of technique and her personal flair for torture, she was satisfied in the end. She left the Sith barely alive, although she confirmed that the legends were true.
It would test the beholder. Once the gatekeeper was satisfied, it would answer three questions. Past that, it was completely useless.
The infamous alchemist possessed a great sense of irony built into her personal effects as it would seem.
Sinistra took another two and a half years, tracing the people who had taken it from the Devaronian and then passed it along themselves. However, the trail lead back to a collector out in Wild Space. The aged neophyte was never able to pass the holocron's test, and the inert crystal sat on a shelf in a large room among an array of other things he had placed value in but could never properly understand or appreciate.
Five years and finally, she found it.
The silver glow of her saber cast a pool of light on the floor around her, a bright sheen on the expanding pool of blood spilling from his missing leg. The glass cases were clean and impeccable, he treasured these relics but he was simply a caretaker in Sinistra's eyes. These things were meant for greater means than to be displayed like baubles and trinkets. They had purpose. They had power. Sinistra ignored his whimpers as she walked towards it, the description of the artifact matching the pyramidal green crystal matrix in a lone case across the room.
The saber in her hand was extinguished in a quick motion as she used the heavy weight of the hilt to shatter the glass enclosure. Shards tinkled across the flagstones, crunching beneath her boots, a sinister gleam in her eye. The overhead tracklights on the case caught the sparkle of the alchemized crystal, a swirl of cloudy black under the surface of the facets.
It was hers, she need only seize it. Her black leather gloved hand delicately reached into the mess of the case, gently shaking the broken pieces of glass free from her prize. It was heavier than she imagined and there was a dark smile on her crimson lips as she turned on her heel. Her eyes drifted past the holocron to the failure of the Sith on the floor, pleading for mercy and trying to slap at her meagerly with the Force. He was not fit to continue breath. She would relieve him of the burden of continued survival.
The silver blade snapped to life for only as long as it took to cleave his head from this body. Satisfied that there was nothing else worth her time in his fortunes, she set some thermal detonators around the estate. The explosions rocked the surface for a a couple miles around, but by that point, she was well on her way back to her private estate on Garqi.
The voyage was almost too much to bear. She wanted to activate it, she wanted to be sure, however she wanted to be prepared. Facing the tests of a holocron in hyperspace was not an option for her so until she could be assured of solitude, and safety, the prize would remain locked in the safe on the ship.
Just a few more hours...
The fabled holocron of Rave Merrill.
The source, a Devaronian woman with orangish skin, black markings and fine white hair, had been less than forthcoming with Sinistra's line of questions. She was holed up on some backwater world, turning common pets into a court of monsters at the whims of a Hutt to feed his gladiatorial arena. Not the worst use of alchemy, however Sinistra still viewed it as a waste of knowledge and talent, a fact she was certain was clear on her face as she interviewed the younger woman. Interview was a generous word, there was considerable pain involved in milking the answers from her subject but, as with all proper application of technique and her personal flair for torture, she was satisfied in the end. She left the Sith barely alive, although she confirmed that the legends were true.
It would test the beholder. Once the gatekeeper was satisfied, it would answer three questions. Past that, it was completely useless.
The infamous alchemist possessed a great sense of irony built into her personal effects as it would seem.
Sinistra took another two and a half years, tracing the people who had taken it from the Devaronian and then passed it along themselves. However, the trail lead back to a collector out in Wild Space. The aged neophyte was never able to pass the holocron's test, and the inert crystal sat on a shelf in a large room among an array of other things he had placed value in but could never properly understand or appreciate.
Five years and finally, she found it.
The silver glow of her saber cast a pool of light on the floor around her, a bright sheen on the expanding pool of blood spilling from his missing leg. The glass cases were clean and impeccable, he treasured these relics but he was simply a caretaker in Sinistra's eyes. These things were meant for greater means than to be displayed like baubles and trinkets. They had purpose. They had power. Sinistra ignored his whimpers as she walked towards it, the description of the artifact matching the pyramidal green crystal matrix in a lone case across the room.
The saber in her hand was extinguished in a quick motion as she used the heavy weight of the hilt to shatter the glass enclosure. Shards tinkled across the flagstones, crunching beneath her boots, a sinister gleam in her eye. The overhead tracklights on the case caught the sparkle of the alchemized crystal, a swirl of cloudy black under the surface of the facets.
It was hers, she need only seize it. Her black leather gloved hand delicately reached into the mess of the case, gently shaking the broken pieces of glass free from her prize. It was heavier than she imagined and there was a dark smile on her crimson lips as she turned on her heel. Her eyes drifted past the holocron to the failure of the Sith on the floor, pleading for mercy and trying to slap at her meagerly with the Force. He was not fit to continue breath. She would relieve him of the burden of continued survival.
The silver blade snapped to life for only as long as it took to cleave his head from this body. Satisfied that there was nothing else worth her time in his fortunes, she set some thermal detonators around the estate. The explosions rocked the surface for a a couple miles around, but by that point, she was well on her way back to her private estate on Garqi.
The voyage was almost too much to bear. She wanted to activate it, she wanted to be sure, however she wanted to be prepared. Facing the tests of a holocron in hyperspace was not an option for her so until she could be assured of solitude, and safety, the prize would remain locked in the safe on the ship.
Just a few more hours...
