Daddy Daughter bonding time

[Eli-Mae Forrest]

Artemisia had seen very little of her father since she was brought into the confederacy by him, that was a day of mixed emotions for her, she was a tiny bit sad to leave her home, but it was bittersweet for it meant she got a chance to start anew. She had decided to take this chance to make herself over and prove herself worthy.

She awoke with a start it seemed like a normal day for her, she rolled out of bed and started her morning routine, it had been the same since she was a teenager, she rolled out of bed, went to the bathroom, took a shower brushed her teeth applied her normal makeup and got dressed in a highwaisted skaterskirt stockings a black t-shirt and her low top converse. it was then that something was different, there came a knock at her door, she ran to open it to find a man carrying a letter summoning her to her father's office, she set out at once

[member="Darth Metus"]

 

[Malok]

Location: Sinner's Well, Ryloth​

Tag: @Artemesia Vi'dreya​

What motivated the Sith was relatively simple.

Typically speaking, ambition was the driving force behind the servants of Darkness. Those who hearkened to the shadows would often scheme and slay in the hopes of advancing their position or power. Yet, Darth Metus had freed himself from the cycle of passionate avarice. This was not to say that he was mightier than those who also laid claim to the mantle "Darth", but rather a realization that his ambitions had been fully realized. From nothing, he clawed to a position of dominance about the stars. Those who served under his command did not follow due to fear or subjugation - but out of loyalty and adoration. He had created a monument to his own way of thinking in this Confederacy, and proven that his way was prosperous.

And as such, the moments between the battles to expand his borders afforded him the luxury of time. Time enough to explore the other facets of this reality. Throughout the years, Darth Metus had become the sire of many children - for his younger days were riddled with fling after fling across the Galaxy. However, with the luxury of time, he decided to do more than be one half of the equation. He decided to earnestly try to add yet another title to his reputation, one that would surpass Darth or Vicelord. Father. To this end, he had gathered as many of his children as he could and encouraged them to start new lives within the borders of his nation.

And his youngest he personally welcomed into his domicile: Sinner's Well. This day, as he sat within the confines of his office, the Sith saw fit to summon one of his younger children to meet with him. The occasion was rife with pomp, as every now and again Darth Metus liked to indulge in the extra that came with wealth. And as such, young Artemesia would find herself beckoned to his office by way of letter. Upon her arrival, she would find the Sith seated behind his desk with solely a datapad in front of him. "Come in, Artemesia." he began, addressing her with a smile. His offhand rose to indicate the seat which awaited her before him. "I wanted to talk to you about a few things - in particular, education."