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Private Corruption Is An Art





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"In the cover of darkness."

Tags - Mika Tai En Mika Tai En

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The ruins breathed.

Soot and shadow curled together beneath the broken skyline, coiling through the shattered ribs of the once-proud relay tower. From the outside, it looked like another corpse of the Outer Rim — Desevro, blackened durasteel, silent comm arrays twisted skyward like broken fingers. But within, deep beneath the ruin, the air throbbed with life. With her life.

Darth Virelia waited.

The light was low — not dark enough to hide her, not bright enough to comfort. Faint violet arcs ran across the obsidian plates of her armor, crawling like veins under skin. Each pulse came slower than a heartbeat, yet heavier, like the breath of something buried alive. A thin mist of alchemical vapor drifted from the vents behind her throne, perfumed with copper and incense. The scent was deliberate — narcotic, slow, invasive. Those who entered this place would taste her before they ever saw her.

She could hear them coming. The whisper of boots on stone. Discipline, order, purpose. TIC operatives — the best the Confederation had to offer. How quaint, she thought. They had tracked the false transmission she had left hanging in the void: a ping to a missing war asset, a ghost from the Brosi campaign. They believed they were the hunters.

She smiled.

Through the mist, her silhouette rippled — tall, predatory, languid. Every line of her posture calculated to draw the eye, to unmake restraint. The Force coiled around her like silk, heavy with promise and poison. Her voice, when it came, was almost a purr, slipping into the ruins long before they crossed the threshold.

"
Come closer."

The command was soft, barely audible. Yet the sound crawled beneath armor, into the nerves. She didn't need to raise her weapon. Her power was suffocating, sensual — it reached through the dark like perfume through smoke.

Beneath the cracked floor, her traps waited: hidden coils of gas, web mines, and the silent hum of restraining fields. The chamber itself was the snare — every wall carved with sigils that drank sound and light alike.

They would come for a ghost. They would find a goddess.
And when the light struck her face at last, when violet eyes burned through the fog, they would know —

— they hadn't been sent here. They had been summoned.

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Location: Desevro
Objective: Find the source of the signal
Outfit: Imperial Knight Armor
Tag: Darth Virelia Darth Virelia

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Mika led a group of special forces troopers. She had thought the assignment was an insult given her training and talents. However, she was taught to obey orders, be patient and strike at the right time. When Grandmaster Tane left Mika behind to help the struggling Imperials of the Tion Cluster, Mika thought she was destined to lead armies be's true knight.

Her training had taken longer than she had thought. Mostly because everyone who knew her talents left Imperial space with the Grandmaster. The Imperial Confederation that formed from the ashes of the Empire did not place as much value in Force use. In fact, portions of the government sought to limit its use. Still Mika stuck to her duty as was ingrained in her very being.

Now the Imperial Knights have been stretched thin. Many did not return from Brosi. A large contingent of those who remained went to Atrisia to face the new threat of the Galactic Empire. Mika had pleaded to be enlisted in the response to the bullies who had taken the Core.

Alas she was sent to Desevro, a zombie planet for some time. It was revived for a short time under the old regime, but the DuPorcelen Iron Legion was not really about building up. They occupied, but when they left Desevro it fell back into decay. The planeshift didn't help matters. The system now lay beyond the reach of the Imperials. Somehow however there was a message being sent from the planet. Sith was the rumor. So a response was required. And a knight would be useful.

"Knight Tai En, we have arrived at the source of the broadcast," the squad commander spoke up. He was a clone which gave Mika trust in him. Not because she too was a clone, but because he had been meticulously programmed to perform at optimum.

Mika gave a nod. She paused for a moment. None of her troops would sense it like she did. Something was definitely here. This was no hollow mission. The ruling council didn't know that when she was sent, but that didn't matter now. The next Brosi or Atrisia that came along she would have a name. She would be on the front lines.

"Pick two of your men. They will come with me, the rest will form a perimeter," she felt the dark presence. It was both horrifying and exciting at the same time. This would test her strengths. The clone commander gave a salute and started giving orders. In a moment two troopers stepped forward.

At the same time Mika felt the call from the shadows. It was a jolt of exhilaration. "Stay back a distance and provide cover if needed. I don't know what we are walking into, but I doubt it is a company of soldiers." The troopers gave a nod.

Mika crept forward towards the call. The smell of artificial haze struck her nose as she strode further into the shadows. Her hand clasped her idle lightsaber. The two troopers fanned out and found suitable cover to fire from for a good distance. It was Mika alone now. As she got further in the shadows were interrupted by a violet hue. Mika paused. "You have called. I have answered. What's next? Are we to fight?"

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"In the cover of darkness."

Tags - Mika Tai En Mika Tai En

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The air around Mika shifted.

It wasn't sound that came first—it was weight. The kind that settled over the skin like a second atmosphere, warm and electric, saturating the air with breathless anticipation. The violet glow deepened, rippling against the walls like a heartbeat beneath flesh.

From within the haze, movement: a shape uncoiling from shadow. Slowly. Deliberately.

Darth Virelia emerged as though the darkness were her veil, sliding from it in fluid, feline motion. The dim light bled over the smooth obsidian of her armor, catching on the curves of the plates and the faint shimmer of alchemical veins beneath. Her helm remained on, yet even that seemed alive—eyes burning through the visor, a deep neon amethyst that cut through the mist like twin knives of light.

She said nothing. Not at first. Silence was its own language, and she wielded it with surgical precision.

Every step she took brought the air closer, denser. Her presence crawled through the Force like perfume—sweet, suffocating, edged with danger. It didn't press
Mika back; it drew her forward, lured her into the gravity well that was her. The Dark Side pulsed in rhythm with her steps, intimate, patient, like a lover's breath against the neck.

Virelia's gloved fingers traced the air as if sculpting something unseen. The gesture was almost tender. And from that motion, the walls seemed to respond—sigils lighting faintly, whispering like distant voices half-heard through static. A trap made beautiful. A snare that sang.

When she finally spoke, her voice came soft and resonant through the vocoder—layered silk over iron.

"
Fight?" The word tasted like amusement. "Little knight… you already have."

Her head tilted, a slow, assessing movement. "
Your every step into this place was surrender."

The Force trembled as she reached out—not physically, but with will alone. Invisible fingers brushed the edge of
Mika's mind, teasing her resolve, testing the heat beneath her discipline. She could feel the woman's heart rate quicken, could smell the flicker of adrenaline and curiosity.

Virelia drifted closer until the violet glow washed over them both, until the space between words became unbearable. Her next whisper was almost a caress.

"
Be still. Listen. This is how power speaks."

And the ruin seemed to breathe with her.

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