Bloodshine Blades (Sinya)

[Darth Ophidia]

KRAYISS II
Near the ancient library.

Sith grow in strife. Bloodshed culls the weak and hardens the strong. Yet, some wounds hurt the order as a whole; venom dripping on the roots of a great tree. Those who called themselves Sith and struck at the structure of their order were Zati: False. They were the Darth Gravid of their time, and they were less than Jedi.

The great library on Krayiss II was once an arc de triomphe for knowledge. Then it was marred by zatitsis, and now it would be rebuilt. All around the ruin, materials were gathered and land cleared as constructors and construction engines busied about. On the ruin of the old would they build anew, and it would be greater than ever.

Darth Ophidia watched from the precipice of a jagged rockside, her hands clasped behind her back. Winds gripped the layered black, grey and blue of her robes, letting them dance around her form while she stood firm as the rock itself. Her ashen skin and burning irises fit the scenery, this was a world for the Sith: Barren for all but those who could handle the truth of this galaxy.

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Peace is a lie; there is only passion.​

But the Pale Assassin was not just there to strike a dashing figure while brooding over the slights of lesser men, she was there to reward the war-effort of her latest project: [member="Sinya"] . Reports from the Saaraishash -Fed to her by her daughter- described how Sinya had aided in the capture of Templestone. The Iridonian had fought valiantly against opponents that were better armed, and and she had come out on top.

She had earned the right to wield the weapon of a Sith.

So Darth Ophidia waited for the Zabrak in a pre-determined location. By her feet lay blood-flecked cloth, folded over a number of objects, the shapes of which could not be determined at a glance.

 

[Sinya]

Sinya had been called to Kraynis II once again. This time, she was not on the planet under the command and lead of the Saaraishash, or to defend the planet from the exploits of those who threatened the interests of the Sith. She had done her best in the fight for Templestone. Fighting valiantly for its capture, the acolyte now saw the rewards for her efforts. Her new master, Darth Ophidia had summoned her to a predetermined location, the coordinates already in-placed into her tracking equipment. She did not know what or where the future of this meeting lay, but the fact that she was called to a planet that was no longer in battle could only mean that it might very well have to do with her training.

Tis was fine, more training would always be appreciated, especially now where she still had plenty to learn, being new in the Sith and all. Arriving at the destination, Sinya saw the Sith Lord waiting for her, a cloth stained with splatters of blood lay out on the floor concealing a variety of odd looking shapes beneath it. The acolyte wondered what Ophidia had in store for her. Would this be a test or training? Perhaps a bit of both even.

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[Darth Ophidia]

The crunch of sand and stone underfoot; the brushing of fabric on fabric or skin; the flutter of the wind broken against a form; the smell of one approaching, warm like ginger. And the resonance of the Force like a spectral tidal wave of Sinya's intent, fluttering with with fleeting impressions. The Pale Assassin remained still, stoic, picking up each piece of sensation as it floated past.

"Acolyte Sinya."

She paused, allowing Sinya to truly approach.

"Come, stand with me. Look." "What do you think of this planet? Krayiss II."

What was the purpose of this? -One may wonder. Perhaps she was testing Sinya's ability to feel her surroundings, or perhaps she simply wanted to know what she thought about the view and the planet from what she had heard? Perhaps, like last time, the question was means to an end where the end was to understand something else.

The sky that stretched out above them was ablaze in orange and gold. At their backs, it touched red before fading into pink ad the lightest hint of purple that heralded the coming of dusk. The land itself was like an ocean frozen in time: Hills rolled like waves of withered grass that had the audacity to climb their way through the sandy plains. Dominating the scene in front of them was the ruins of the old temple and the construction of its replacement. Yet, where they stood, it shrunk in the grand scope of the planet.

To Ophidia, the very sands were temple enough.

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