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Prakith
Five Years prior to the events of the Netherworld Crisis
It was victory today, victory tomorrow, and all that could be seen for the next decade, or more, was complete domination on the galactic scale by the forces of the One Sith. Not too long ago the massive invasion of Empress Teta by the forces of the Mandalorians had nearly shown the limits of the extent of their exponential growth and war of attrition. Yet, even while losing so many civilians and Sith alike, the Mandalorians failed to take the strategic world.
Time and time again the Sith had invaded others, winning almost every time - Carida aside they were undefeated, and some predicted it would remain that way for the entirety of the future. Several saw the corporate backing that helped this trend, others realized the military might the One Sith ushered under their banners of oneness and equality. More, still, knew that the fracturing and division of the Jedi into so many new and different orders was also to blame for the incredible rise in Sith power, not seen since the last Sith Empire and still more effective than even them.
Within the Sith, however, there was a very different view of why they were so dominant in their forays into battle, why they hardly saw loss. To everyone from the lowest ranks of the Sith, hardly initiates, to their leaders, the Voices and Hands of the Dark Lord himself, saw their singular leader as their linchpin, the figure that was all but the personification of the Dark Side itself. With him at the helm there was no opponent they could not best, no invader they could not push back, and no force in this galaxy that could halt their amazing progression.
Silara was one of those believers, a woman who worshiped the Sith Lord like a living god and served the government and its Sith order as an extension of serving him. The Sith knight had brought her, Lisette, to Prakith in secrecy when she was brought to the arctic world by her Sith master, a Sith Lord and Hand to the Dark Lord, Darth Mierin. Lisette had no choice in the matter, she was hardly a teenager and much less capable than her talented and hard-working mother. Under lock and key, the only people who knew of the youth were the slaves and servants that were never to leave the young girl's door.
The reason for the secrecy and solitude? The child didn't quite understand, besides the repeated phrase her mother seemed to utter beneath her breath when she thought the teenager wasn't listening. 'Worthless.' She'd heard the word so many times, sometimes she wondered if it was true. Other times, most times, she wondered what about her was without worth. Was it her lack of physical might? She was only a growing girl, not quite strong, but her disposition was just as present - or was just as present - in her mother as it was in her. Was it her ability to use the force? More often than not she'd heard her mother speaking to one of the people who watched her door, speaking of her ability to use it as gifted, prodigious even, but there was a certain tone behind it that rubbed her the wrong way.
Looking back, however, Lisette surmised what it was that her mother found fault with her, something that was not quite reconcilable on either side. Her mother was a fanatical follower of the Dark Lord, fought in wars for the mysterious man, so when the little girl, just over the age of six, was to start her training with her mother in the dark side of the force, it was the lack of contempt, of anger, and emotional instability in Lisette that drove a strong wedge between the two. Confusing, perhaps. Simply put, Lisette wasn't emotionally built to draw on the dark side. She was compassionate with the people who watched her while her mother was away - slaves, incapable of using the force - and was too reserved to strike, seriously, at her mother in a way that would call on the dark side.
Today was a day that was markedly different for the Vantai mother and daughter. Today her mother was supposed to leave to duel her master for the title of Sith Lord, and possibly for something more, and it was also the day the little girl was prepared to escape. Now? Now she only needed an opportunity.
One which came in the way of her cloned sister making the mistake of opening her door.
One Year following the events of the Netherworld Crisis
Six years had passed since she was a prisoner in her mother's home on Prakith, since her mother had become a Sith Lord and soon after taken her place as one of the Dark Lord's five 'voices'. In essence, six years since her mother had completely lost her mind. It was, also, one year since her mother's passing, give or take a few months. The family had, for a while, seemed to be shaken to the core because of it, but she was certain they were better off without her. That was her take on things, anyway, she doubted her step-father or sisters would agree with her wholly. Then again, she had shown up at her parent's marriage to try to ruin their day, so her opinion on that matter wasn't entirely without bias.
More importantly, Lisette was here to ruin the day again. Different planet, sure, but the Sith - although not her mother - was again her target. It wasn't the first time she'd made an appearance at an attempt to cause problems for the fanatical dark-side wielders, she'd been at Coruscant when the Alliance had tried their hand at striking them directly, and she was certain it wouldn't be her last. There was strength in being disorganized, just as much as there was weakness, and the biggest was the difficulty in putting that disorganized dissent down. Terrorists were hard to put down permanently because of it. Even though the One Sith practically kept a standing army and naval fleet of trillions or more soldiers on standby across the entirety of their systems, there was still many more civilians and open space to blend in. It would be like sending a hundred men onto a single planet to find four out of a population of seven billion without any leads beyond the knowledge that they were there.
Anonymity was a great resource, though Lisette wouldn't really care if anyone found out she was the step-daughter of Alric Kuhn or siblings with Lily and Rose Kuhn, and helped to make it easier to enter-and-exit otherwise hostile worlds. Prakith, for example, was like an old house to her - at least its capital, site of a past invasion, was. She wasn't here for any of the local governing bodies, however, nor was she here for the imbeciles that filed papers and worked desk jobs for the One Sith. She was here for the Sith Order's presence itself.
The Citadel Inquisitorius.
[member="Darth Erebos"] [member="Darth Isolda"] [member="Darth Vornskr"] [member=Lord Ajihad] [member="Darth Ferus"] [member="Velon Ielor"] [member="Darth Ayra"] [member="Draco Vereen"] [member="Darth Prazutis"] [member="Darth Carach"] [member="Darth Ophidia"] [member="Alric Kuhn"] (Just tagging you because I know you have a character or two that probably lives on Prakith)