Moravian Zambrano
The Daughter of The Demon
The pain was worsening with each passing day. The scenes that played out before her eyes were intensifying, growing more vivid the longer she tried to ignore them. Two weeks ago the visions were something fascinating, people and places the young Sith had never seen nor dreamt of. A massive city of wondrous architecture to rival that of her birth place. Now they were nothing but a growing headache, a plight on her psyche. It had taken agonizing days to find transport to Cinnagar, only after the days it had taken her to figure out that it was the capital city of Empress Teta.
Moravian Zambrano, sat alone in a small dark room aboard an AT-360 Light Freighter. The only other occupant on the ship was the owner, a strange man in bizarre red and purple robes who called himself The Desert Fox. As the ship broke through the planet's atmosphere Moravian made her way to the cockpit. She watched their approach and landing in silence. The pilot turned in his seat, arm spread wide, "Welcome to Cinn.."
She raised a hand, interrupting the odd smuggler. "Welcome to Cinnagar, yes I know. I owe you a debt Desert Fox but, I need to leave now. Please."
The man's hands danced across the controls in front of him and the freighter's loading ramp dropped with a soft hiss. When he turned back the young woman was already exiting his craft. The man shock his veiled head slowly, watching her depart. "I pray you find peace child." Yet she was already gone. The smuggler ran his hands over the controls once more, taking his leave of Empress Teta before another Sith found reason to examine his ship.
Moravian left the spaceport in silence, her jaw clenched against the pain of another headache. Her feet seemed to have already chosen a path for her. Deeper into the heart of the vast capital she walked. She didn't know it yet but, sooner or later her steps would carry her to the governor's office. In the meantime, she pulled her hood up over her raven black locks, grit her teeth and tried to seem imposing. Her presence swelling to mirror her dark mood.
[member="Enoch Zambrano"]
[member="Vupua"]
[member="Gio"]
[member="Vengeance"]
Moravian Zambrano, sat alone in a small dark room aboard an AT-360 Light Freighter. The only other occupant on the ship was the owner, a strange man in bizarre red and purple robes who called himself The Desert Fox. As the ship broke through the planet's atmosphere Moravian made her way to the cockpit. She watched their approach and landing in silence. The pilot turned in his seat, arm spread wide, "Welcome to Cinn.."
She raised a hand, interrupting the odd smuggler. "Welcome to Cinnagar, yes I know. I owe you a debt Desert Fox but, I need to leave now. Please."
The man's hands danced across the controls in front of him and the freighter's loading ramp dropped with a soft hiss. When he turned back the young woman was already exiting his craft. The man shock his veiled head slowly, watching her depart. "I pray you find peace child." Yet she was already gone. The smuggler ran his hands over the controls once more, taking his leave of Empress Teta before another Sith found reason to examine his ship.
Moravian left the spaceport in silence, her jaw clenched against the pain of another headache. Her feet seemed to have already chosen a path for her. Deeper into the heart of the vast capital she walked. She didn't know it yet but, sooner or later her steps would carry her to the governor's office. In the meantime, she pulled her hood up over her raven black locks, grit her teeth and tried to seem imposing. Her presence swelling to mirror her dark mood.
[member="Enoch Zambrano"]
[member="Vupua"]
[member="Gio"]
[member="Vengeance"]