A T R O P O S
The invitation sent to one person in particular was a unique one. A couple of times I have had people meet me here for various reasons. A couple times
Darth Virelia
had shown up here. Even the great dark lord himself,
Darth Prazutis
. I have had large names walk the halls of my makeshift home held within the confines of the abandoned Cloning Facility. As such, when Virelia had spoken to me about one of the Acolytes within the Dark Court had a penchant for wanting to create and fabricate things out of alchemy and was something of a budding scientist, I had been essentially volunteered to be the mentor for the day. More so, it was to bring them to a location in which I could put their skills to the test. Where their mind was at. What could they do. How far were they in their processes of becoming an Alchemist within the world of the Sith Magics. As such, the invitation was sent to her to meet me at this location. Where should anything go wrong, nothing would happen. And should everything go right, nothing would impact it until it was to be unleashed upon the galaxy at large. As such, I had been reading a file held within the datapad of what the Tyrant had on her. It wasn't much. Some of it was missing information, but the basics were down. I could feel her presence before I saw her. My senses picked up her stench. Blood. A kind that was tainted already by being an Arkanian. A very similar looking species to my home. Yet, much different. For that, I found her presence almost repugnant at first. However, I kept those thoughts to myself. Instead looking up as I could hear the softer padding of feat with my enhanced ears, along side that of the larger brutish flesh steps of a Juggernaut. The Massive creature walked in and moved to the side to allow the smaller being to walk into the main room of the facility. Leading her from the main entrance through the various halls to deeply within the crust of the moon to where I resided. The Massive Sithspawn stayed there hulking and breathing heavily before a hand wave to send it off somewhere else.
Moving over to the table with tools strewn across its surface, I leaned over and looked over her. My eyes piercing and inspecting every aspect of her form. Drinking in her personage. Breathing deeply in before slowly sighing. Sitting down upon the stool as she entered. Fingers rapping against the surface of the cold metallic table. The soft clinks of the rings on my fingers. I let my presence be felt. The oppressive feeling of a strength from beyond the Real-space. Dug deeply within the force As if I had been created from it. A soft but subtle sign of who she was standing in front of. Someone who knew to an extreme intimacy of what the dark magics of the force can do to someone. Should she dive deeper, then I would let her. However, she would find that as deeply she may have dived into it, the further it seems before she would reach the bottom.
"You are Vakhari Lutris. Sith Order Acolyte. Yet tying yourself to the Dark Court. Arkanian. So of course you enjoy playing with the flesh and manipulating it."
The soft but deep tone of my voice felt almost hollow as it spoke in the room. The cleanliness of the entire room showed how I kept things in order. And that she by walking in, disturbed that. My words, challenging her. Before she would know the darkness of the room.
"Virelia bequeathed you to me. Give me a taste of one's quality."
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