Private After-School Classes

[Delsin Shaw]

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Primary moon
Facility
Vakhari Lutris ​

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."

 

[Vakhari Lutris]

Tag: Delsin Shaw

A quaint place, she was under the assumption that today she would be meeting a coworker, a peer. Typically she found her peers rather insufferable, this one so far at least kept an orderly and tidy facility. Any information out there on the intrepid doctor would be shockingly limited considering her documented bloodline and supposed feats of engineering... Both biological and technical.

As she walked side by side with the Sithspawn, the girl could do nothing but smile. The way the flesh of the beast hardly contained the sheer muscle under it, as if it was hardly holding in the sheer pressure. Did it remind her of home? Mm.. Which? Her pervious home riddled with spawns and actual nightmares made reality? Or, her family's manor on Terminus?

Both, in a way. ​

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.

Despite her genetic pedigree, her signature in the force was an odd one. Far more... Dampened. Unalike those who shared the same blood as the girl, the Emperor liked to make his presence known, the others of her house always one to assert themselves.

Her however?

A signature in the force was always special, it could tell you more about the person than they would ever say otherwise. Hers was an unleashed thread, coiling as the distinct feeling of alchemical resins danced between the strands. The more you focused on these threads, the further they distanced themselves from you.

A shadow hid behind, a dual presence. Peaking from behind the threads, the darkness always sure to flow out of sight, out of mind.

She enters the room.​

My eyes piercing and inspecting every aspect of her form. Drinking in her personage.

Non threatening stature, petite build. Ruby eyes paying more attention to the beast that was escorting her over the man she was here to meet, the girl was focused heavily on something, stuck within study. A familiar and recognizable look for Delsin, but why seemingly study the spawn so hard that the world seemed dead around her?​

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.

Her mind estranged, he would feel no efforts to delve into his own signature. As the beast began to walk off, she blinks a few times while just standing there. Her gaze floats downward, looking like she was just staring at the floor on the hallway. Something was on her mind, either she had no capability to look into his force... Or she simply didn't care.

With how her own signature felt, it wouldn't be all too surprising if she didn't even know how. But wasn't this girl the one Darth Virelia had gotten to aid in the production of her armor?​

"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."

He manages to get her attention, the young Lutris turning around to face her fellow alchemist. His words were interesting, a sprinkling of how he felt. Was this to be a friendly visit? Or was this man being pushed to meet who is to be his coworker?

Her deeper records made no mention of her rank within the Order, she simply just seemed to be attached to it.

"And you must be one Delsin Shaw."

Interestingly she made no efforts to argue against his stating of her rank, either it was his attempt to antagonize and assert, or he simply wasn't given the correct information. Either way she cared little, both could do their part.

Taking a seat in a chair of her choice she does a slow spin within it, eyes seeming to gaze off once again before the slow turn stops to face him. Her soft face adorning a little smile, yet everything else seemed blank.

"Enjoy is a way to put it I suppose, but I enjoy both the biological along with technical."

She would mimic the rhythmic rapping his fingers had done with her own, gazing at the room once again.

"Clean, organized, orderly."

Vakhari states in an approving tone, the words more so her own relief over a compliment.

"Bequeathed you say?"

The girl chuckles it off, she always seemed to carry with her a smile... Even her garb wasn't typical of a Sith, white normally seen as the color of purity.

"A taste of quality? I do believe you have already seen one example, but by all means."

She of course was referencing the armor, hard to argue with the craft.

"What all were you seeking to do? I could show you information on what I have built-"

Eyes gazing around once again as she playfully spun the chair slowly again, stopping as this time her little rubies took a peep at the tools he had set out.

"Would be a shame to not use all these tools around."






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