Bad Moon Rising

[Reyven Samoth]

He watched from a post atop the wall surrounding the temple, gazing down on the activity of the city of Tahv. Things seemed to have... progressed as he'd predicted, sadly. The rest of the galaxy was in abysmal shape. It sickened him. He would have to clear it and start from scratch. Perhaps a new inquisition. He would have to build a foundation. Warp the creatures of this planet into weapons. Forge these people into an army.
He leaned heavily against the stone that stuck up along the edge of the wall, knowing he would have opposition from all sides. It was not going to be an easy task. The galaxy was never tempered easily, though. Blood, fire, and fury would harden the reborn galaxy. Evolution of the powers would return to this galaxy, and things would be set right. It was what needed to be done.
The stink of stagnation hung heavily throughout it now, and it must be burned away.

@[member="Kinn Xarjast"] @[member="Ajona"]

 

[Kinn Xarjast]

She had been raised in the faith, in opulance as befitted her family and her station, knowing that, in time, the Lost Tribe would rise once more as it had in the past. And perhaps this time the stars would align and all the galaxy would recognize their place.

Dressed in a loose black robe over a simple one-piece belted tunic, lightweight pants, and comfortable boots, Kinn Wyvern Xarjast found Reyven atop the wall. She paused to take in the site hersefl, never having been up here before. An attendant cleared her throat.

"Lord Samoth, Kinn Xarjast has arrived to begin her training."

Kinn bowed before the Sith Lord, excitement fluttering in her stomach. This man was power. Her own Force sensitivity could feel it. He was the one who would lead these people to their destiny.

@Reyven Samoth @Ajona

 

[Reyven Samoth]

His head turned to regard them out of his left eye before turning fully towards them and waving the attendant off. "Begin? Have you had no training with your family? Or is that to mean that you're beginning your training with me?" He let the metal tips of his gloves clack against the palm as he thought of what he would have to teach her. He would need educated disciples in order to spread the ways of the Tribe across the galaxy. It was so much easier to give into murderous instinct and try cutting a swathe across it, but that was inadequate. More suited to the failed Empire.

[member="Kinn Xarjast"]