Ashin Varanin
Professional Enabler
The eye-searing dome, living and not, protruded from the earth where her citadel had stood in another lifetime. She'd known, intellectually, that the Mandalorians had leveled it when they took Dromund Kaas -- over and above the asteroid bombardment that choked the skies and froze the swamps. Now years of environmental reclamation had brought Dromund Kaas back to something like viability, like a green shoot driving up through the last snow of spring. She tasted life on the air. She'd have to spend more time in Ke'dem's sanctum, deep inside the ruins of Jurgoran Prison, public identity permitting.
And yet for all that appeal, here was a fething zit on the face of her old throneworld. A hemispherical piece of alchemy like a plump fruit with teeth the size of skyscrapers. It reeked of the familiar, of two men who'd served her back in the day. Far more of one than the other: Voracitos, leader of her Dark Council, the man who'd betrayed her and cost the Sith Empire the Battle of Roche.
The Sith Empire was long, long gone, and harsher betrayals had come her way. She'd made worse enemies. But from time to time she'd felt Voracitos' hate search her out across the stars. Perhaps now was the time to stare back.
With a slow breath in and out, Lady Ajira Cardei of Naboo became Ashin Varanin once again. The same new face and body, to be sure, but the disguises fell away from her Force signature. That alone should be enough to let Voracitos know she'd come. If not, she didn't mind tackling this thing the hard way. She carried only a simple sabre, and wore a formal, flexible robe of deflex and shell-spider silk; it didn't look like armour. Apart from that, she had only a certain glove.
[member="Darth Voracitos"]([member="Triam Akovin"])
And yet for all that appeal, here was a fething zit on the face of her old throneworld. A hemispherical piece of alchemy like a plump fruit with teeth the size of skyscrapers. It reeked of the familiar, of two men who'd served her back in the day. Far more of one than the other: Voracitos, leader of her Dark Council, the man who'd betrayed her and cost the Sith Empire the Battle of Roche.
The Sith Empire was long, long gone, and harsher betrayals had come her way. She'd made worse enemies. But from time to time she'd felt Voracitos' hate search her out across the stars. Perhaps now was the time to stare back.
With a slow breath in and out, Lady Ajira Cardei of Naboo became Ashin Varanin once again. The same new face and body, to be sure, but the disguises fell away from her Force signature. That alone should be enough to let Voracitos know she'd come. If not, she didn't mind tackling this thing the hard way. She carried only a simple sabre, and wore a formal, flexible robe of deflex and shell-spider silk; it didn't look like armour. Apart from that, she had only a certain glove.
[member="Darth Voracitos"]([member="Triam Akovin"])