Telis Taharin-Zambrano
Icon of Ambition
Nathema had never been one of the worlds Telis— or, rather, Darth Aagenti —had thought to ever travel to. In truth, it had been a world that largely escaped Aagenti’s notice and care, despite its complex and mostly shrouded history. Beyond reach of his previous ambitions, Aagenti had thought that such a world didn’t belong in his thoughts. He had to admit, though, it was a pretty world.
The sylvan planet still showed signs of its scarring, as his ship, Breakpoint Evolution, dropped out of hyperspace above orbit, but when its previous tyrant’s curse had been lifted, the secret Force-dead planet had been returned to life, and it had been translated into a largely garden world, as far as records went for what Aagenti could find. Certainly there were things that deserved to still remain dead in the planet, such as the horrible Voreclaws that call the world home, but Aagenti appreciated a garden world when he saw one.
Aagenti’s call to arrival on the planet had not been simply for the pretty sylvan landscape that the world consisted of, but rather something far more akin to his caliber and nature. Sometimes circumstance has a way of just lining up, and opportunities are made present alongside the receiving of a letter from a person who, by all accounts, really doesn’t exist:
Onrai
. It wasn’t exactly a letter of utmost intrigue - an invitation of sorts, with specifics that largely escaped his busy mind in that moment, but the mystery of the sender drew Aagenti in, perhaps giving him a new opportunity in the form of a powerful partner: a planetary ruler.
Taking control of his trusty ship, Aagenti pushed the ship down into a shallow dive around the planet, heading for the coordinates that had been outlined for him so graciously by the letter of his soon-to-be host. Far from wearing his finest, Aagenti looked far from drab, but his gold-threaded black tunic and tight silken pants were of a more simple garment than the normal flourish one might see Aagenti in - clothing for work and not for play, evidently. Of course, Aagenti once more utilized the implants within his skin and eyes, employing a verdant green shade within his irises that danced the line between haunting and enchanting, and his skin was occasionally marked with a new tattoo, simple and geometric linework that intermixed with more naturally flowing designs, heralding back to his connection with the Force. Darth Aagenti never allowed himself to be forgettable if he could help it, and as he breached the atmosphere of the planet, he hoped he could make quite the impression for the better with this mysterious figure.
Moving at incredibly fast speeds, Aagenti began to see the space station of Vanessa Vantai above the planet, a citadel of a construct, armed to the teeth for invaders that would likely never come. Staring at the armaments and warships with little interest, Darth Aagenti made a sharp spin to move towards the sides of the station, buying him a little bit of time as he flagged the operators of the gunnery of his approach, passing through whatever shields the station had prepared without too much problem, before eventually making his way towards the landing bay where dozens of other ships sat in maintenance. It was a bustling hive of activity and Aagenti’s skin crawled at the idea of how many lowly soldiers had parked where he once did, but with a flick of a few switches, Aagenti rose from his seat, taking the Lightstaff that hung on the wall and throwing it over his back, ensuring that his Twin Dancers were at his belt, and that his alchemized claws were as shiny as they could be.
The back of his ship opened up, and Darth Aagenti stepped out of his craft, the ship closing at once as he left, locked up tightly and secured so that nobody could hope to steal the crimson-latticed craft. Standing amidst the bustle of the hangar, Aagenti held his head high, clearing his throat and projecting his voice over the workers of the hangar. ”Now, then, where can I reach Vanessa Vantai’s chambers?” There was no malice in his voice, and it was quite pleasant to the ears, though there was a regality and a commanding to it that made it hard to deny, and one engineer tentatively pointed out the way for the Coruscanti to go, earning him a gracious smile from the Sith Knight.
Without delay, Aagenti made his way from the hangar and through the corridors of Vanessa’s citadel, his boots clicking against the metal floor as he moved swiftly and with a hard-to-miss sashay, his dark auburn hair slightly messily framing his olive face. He walked with purpose and Cayde, hoping to come across his host somewhere within the complex station. He had a good feeling about the meeting ahead, and despite the military presence all around him, he felt almost completely at ease.
The sylvan planet still showed signs of its scarring, as his ship, Breakpoint Evolution, dropped out of hyperspace above orbit, but when its previous tyrant’s curse had been lifted, the secret Force-dead planet had been returned to life, and it had been translated into a largely garden world, as far as records went for what Aagenti could find. Certainly there were things that deserved to still remain dead in the planet, such as the horrible Voreclaws that call the world home, but Aagenti appreciated a garden world when he saw one.
Aagenti’s call to arrival on the planet had not been simply for the pretty sylvan landscape that the world consisted of, but rather something far more akin to his caliber and nature. Sometimes circumstance has a way of just lining up, and opportunities are made present alongside the receiving of a letter from a person who, by all accounts, really doesn’t exist:

Taking control of his trusty ship, Aagenti pushed the ship down into a shallow dive around the planet, heading for the coordinates that had been outlined for him so graciously by the letter of his soon-to-be host. Far from wearing his finest, Aagenti looked far from drab, but his gold-threaded black tunic and tight silken pants were of a more simple garment than the normal flourish one might see Aagenti in - clothing for work and not for play, evidently. Of course, Aagenti once more utilized the implants within his skin and eyes, employing a verdant green shade within his irises that danced the line between haunting and enchanting, and his skin was occasionally marked with a new tattoo, simple and geometric linework that intermixed with more naturally flowing designs, heralding back to his connection with the Force. Darth Aagenti never allowed himself to be forgettable if he could help it, and as he breached the atmosphere of the planet, he hoped he could make quite the impression for the better with this mysterious figure.
Moving at incredibly fast speeds, Aagenti began to see the space station of Vanessa Vantai above the planet, a citadel of a construct, armed to the teeth for invaders that would likely never come. Staring at the armaments and warships with little interest, Darth Aagenti made a sharp spin to move towards the sides of the station, buying him a little bit of time as he flagged the operators of the gunnery of his approach, passing through whatever shields the station had prepared without too much problem, before eventually making his way towards the landing bay where dozens of other ships sat in maintenance. It was a bustling hive of activity and Aagenti’s skin crawled at the idea of how many lowly soldiers had parked where he once did, but with a flick of a few switches, Aagenti rose from his seat, taking the Lightstaff that hung on the wall and throwing it over his back, ensuring that his Twin Dancers were at his belt, and that his alchemized claws were as shiny as they could be.
The back of his ship opened up, and Darth Aagenti stepped out of his craft, the ship closing at once as he left, locked up tightly and secured so that nobody could hope to steal the crimson-latticed craft. Standing amidst the bustle of the hangar, Aagenti held his head high, clearing his throat and projecting his voice over the workers of the hangar. ”Now, then, where can I reach Vanessa Vantai’s chambers?” There was no malice in his voice, and it was quite pleasant to the ears, though there was a regality and a commanding to it that made it hard to deny, and one engineer tentatively pointed out the way for the Coruscanti to go, earning him a gracious smile from the Sith Knight.
Without delay, Aagenti made his way from the hangar and through the corridors of Vanessa’s citadel, his boots clicking against the metal floor as he moved swiftly and with a hard-to-miss sashay, his dark auburn hair slightly messily framing his olive face. He walked with purpose and Cayde, hoping to come across his host somewhere within the complex station. He had a good feeling about the meeting ahead, and despite the military presence all around him, he felt almost completely at ease.