Bow down or be destroyed…

[Darth Timoris]

It was night time on Coruscant – well in fairness it was always dark somewhere on the city that covered the entire planet. And she’d been summoned and initially wondered what she’d done wrong. But once she’d arrived at the address she’d been given, her fear eased slightly. For she was at the place the Dark Lord called home. At least if the rumours were true.

The One True Dark Lord of the Sith has no name. Melori had two – her birth name and her given name when she joined the Sith to hide her true identity.

Both offended her now, so she headed to face her Master and the Dark Lord hopeful that this could mean that she would no longer be forced to choose the lesser of two pathetic evils. What name she would be given was academic – it would be her new identity and that is all that matters.

She approached the chamber and felt two presences – one familiar and one not. As she entered the room, she felt obliged to bow her head. Not in servitude exactly but as a recognition of the power she was experiencing. The Dark Lord was visible now. His skin was red with black lines etching his face. His eyes were a deep glowing orange.

She walked forward and knelt before him. She’d never done this before but it felt right. As she waited she felt a terrible pain as her body was enveloped in Force Lightning and a horrific burning sensation on her right thigh. She could not be sure but she was confident the Dark Lord was marking her there. The pain was extreme but she was stoic and remained silent.

Finally the Lightning ended and the Dark Lord stepped back and her own Master took his place. For the first time, Melori glanced up, and saw Darth Venefica’s face looking down on her.

[member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Darth Venefica always found pleasure standing in the presence of the Dark Lord. Others always tread carefully around him for fear of unleashing his wrath down upon them. For her, she enjoyed the feeling of the Darkside radiating of him, basking in all it's dark glory. But today it wasn't her that he had summoned personally but her Apprentice, [member="Melori Raaf"], to stand before him. When the Dark Lord summoned a Master's Apprentice, it was unsaid that the Master be present as well. If failure was to be punished, both Master and Apprentice would both equally feel his raging judgement.​

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Today, however, was about rebirth.​

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When her Apprentice entered the chamber , she immediately stood before the Dark Lord and knelt before him. Darth Venefica never believed in kneeling before anyone and had taught her Apprentices to do so was a sign of submission, which in turn was a sign of weakness. However, this was the Dark Lord and he demanded such respect.​

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The Vahla's eyes gleamed with pride as they watched her Apprentice being handed down the mark from the Dark Lord. Today she was no longer a Sith in name but a true and proper Sith worthy of carrying the title. When the ritual had completed and the Dark Lord stepped to the side, Darth Venefica stepped in front of the girl, her eyes staring into the girls.​

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"You have survived where others have not. You have proven your loyalty where others have yet to do. You have succeeded where others have failed."​

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Darth Venefica placed her right hand on top of her Apprentice's head and closed her eyes.​

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"Today you no longer wear the skin of an Acolyte....today you wear the armour of a Sith Knight. Your name...your past...is dead. You only have the future and what you make of it. Henceforth, you will forever be known as....Darth Timoris."​

 

[Darth Timoris]

Freedom. Perhaps not from the chains – that was some way away – but from the shackles of the name she’d carried with her for so long now. One she once loved but now hated with a passion. For not one but two that carried the same blood that was in her veins was now a Jedi.

She felt her Master’s touch and listened to her words. They emboldened her and she felt visibly stronger than a few moments ago. She knew this was the last time she would ever kneel to anyone. Perhaps that was the purpose of the ritual? A final act of subservience before she was able to truly call herself a Sith.

The name was new, strange yet strangely familiar. Like a new coat that immediately felt comfortable, one that fitted her skin perfectly. And the talk of armour struck a chord. She’d worn these shapeless robes since her first day as a Sith. But with her recent mining trip, she had the wherewithal to craft some armour that reflected who she was – her uniqueness. Something to strike fear in the face of those she stared down.

For she was no longer Melori – she was Darth Timoris. From this point on, she owned fear. She stood and looked her Master in the eye, her own irises yellow from her connection to the Force. “I shall do what must be done. I shall not hesitate, show no mercy. I shall do your bidding Master and one day earn the right to be called Sith Lord. It is my destiny, I know it.”

[member="Darth Venefica"]