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[Serina Calis]

Forge of Dominion.
Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Objective: Begin again.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Diarch Rellik

The Force is not my master. It is not my guide. It is mine to wield, to shape, to command. Those who hesitate, who kneel before destiny, who whisper of balance—they are already lost. I will not endure. I will conquer. I will forge myself into something greater, and when I am done, the galaxy will not remember the Jedi. It will not remember the Sith. It will remember me.
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The temple walls bled with the weight of time, their jagged surfaces carved by winds that had scoured them for millennia. Ancient Rakatan glyphs lined the chamber, their cryptic symbols whispering secrets that no living mind could now decipher. They stood as mute sentinels of a fallen empire, their arrogance and ambition carved into stone—monuments to a species that had ruled the stars and then vanished like dust on the wind.

Their legacy was power, and their power had failed them.

The galaxy had long since buried the Infinite Empire, reduced its achievements to scattered ruins and half-forgotten myths. But Serina did not see ruins—she saw a challenge. The Jedi feared what lay hidden in places like this. The Sith, despite their posturing, misunderstood it. They both failed to grasp the simple, inevitable truth: power was nothing if it was not controlled.

And she would control it.

The temple air was thick with heat, heavy with the acrid stench of molten metal and scorched stone. Every breath was laborious, the forge's searing glow casting deep shadows across the fractured floor. Bioluminescent veins of crystal pulsed faintly in the walls, their eerie shimmer reflecting in her sweat-slicked skin, marking her presence with ghostly, unnatural light. This place had become a crucible, a battlefield not of weapons but of will.

And she was losing.

Serina stood hunched over the anvil, her slender frame trembling with exhaustion. Her hands—raw, ruined things—were blistered and bleeding, the flesh torn where the hammer's weight had split the skin. The iron tang of her own blood mingled with the scent of burning embers, and she could see the red streaks it left on the blackened durasteel she gripped with trembling fingers.

Her once-pristine robes were in tatters, their elegant folds now little more than charred remnants clinging to her sweat-drenched form. The threads were stiff with soot and blood, the delicate embroidery along their hems long since burned away. Her golden hair, usually immaculate, clung to her forehead in damp strands, streaked with grime.

But none of it mattered.

Pain. Fatigue. The frailty of flesh. These were lies told by the body to shackle the mind. The Jedi whispered of harmony, of balance, of accepting limitations. The Sith lauded suffering, wore it as a badge of strength, mistaking endurance for mastery.

They were both wrong.

Serina clenched her teeth so hard her jaw ached, her grip tightening around the tongs as she lifted the heated metal once more.

Weak.

The word struck harder than the hammer, reverberating in the cavern of her mind. It echoed in every bone, every muscle that screamed for rest. It rang through her blood like a curse.

She had destroyed Alana Calloway , broken her so completely that it would take her a lifetime to recover. She had failed at the very thing she prided herself on.

She had lost. To Eira Dyn , to Reina Daival , to Jenn Kryze , to Lirka Ka , to Cerrik , to Aadihr Lidos , to Ran Serys , to Valery Noble . She had lost Kaila Irons , been responsible for Quinn Varanin and the fate of Susefvi, murdered her parents. Lied to Dominic Calis , to Reicher Vax . She had taken on things she knew she would fail at, teaching Ellissanthia , someone by all regards would destroy her in a fight. She supplanted herself before Darth Carnifex , found herself at the mercy of Alina Tremiru if not for unholy intervention. She had failed. She had allowed herself to be confined by their rules, their expectations, their blind, stifling teachings. And now, here she stood—broken, trembling, worthless.

No.

Her lip curled in defiance, a growl building in her throat.

She lifted the hammer, arms quaking beneath the weight, and brought it down with all the fury she could muster. Sparks erupted, painting the chamber in flickering bursts of orange and gold.

Weakness is the curse of the unrealized.

The words slithered through her mind, dark and insidious, a whisper from the depths of something vast and ancient. They were not hers. Not entirely. But they spoke to her. They understood.

She had spent too long pretending to have control. Knowledge alone was not power. Wisdom alone was not strength. What use was intellect if it bent to the whims of those who failed to see?

What use was it if you were not intelligent enough to use it?

Serina lifted the hammer again. Another strike. Her arms burned. Her breath was ragged, each exhale dragging through her throat like sandpaper. The Force stirred around her, coiling like a living thing, feeding on her torment.

I was born for more. I was born as Darkness incarnate.

Her knees wavered, but she refused to let them buckle. The fire before her, the agony in her limbs, the sting of blood against steel—none of it was suffering. It was a purification.

Pain had become her most devoted teacher, stripping her of illusion, carving away the weakness that had shackled her for so long. She did not flinch from it. She welcomed it. Let it dig deeper. Let it consume her. Let it change her.

Her vision blurred. The heat distorted the edges of the chamber, the world reduced to fire, metal, and the ceaseless ringing of steel against stone. She felt herself teetering on the precipice, standing on the edge of something she could not yet name.

Her grip faltered. The blade nearly slipped from her grasp.

No.

With a snarl, she slammed the hammer down again. The walls trembled with the force of the blow.

I will not break.

The crystal embedded in the worktable pulsed, its glow intensifying in response. It was as though the temple itself had taken notice, bearing witness to the war she waged within herself.

This place had seen conquerors before. It had known those who sought to claim its power, to carve their names into history. Rakata, Jedi, Sith. Everyone else in the galaxy. All had thought themselves invincible. All had failed.

She would not be another forgotten name in the dust.

The weakness inside her, the limits she had accepted for too long—it disgusted her. She had been blind, believing she could shape the galaxy through words alone. No. Actions spoke louder than words. Power was useless unless it bent all things to its will.

Serina would not endure.

She would dominate.

Her fingers wrapped around the still-heated metal, the searing heat biting into her flesh. The pain was immediate, blistering, her skin charring against the steel. The scent of burning flesh filled the air.

She did not scream.

She tightened her grip.

The pain was nothing. The fire raging in her limbs was nothing. This was the moment she would decide—not just to change, but to become something greater.

The Jedi would never have allowed this. The Sith would have scoffed at it, claiming she did not yet understand true suffering. But they did not see. They did not understand.

She was not here to endure. She was here to remake herself.

The Force surged through her, dark and vibrant, pulsing with the firelight. She felt it sink into her bones, felt it wrap around her like a second skin.

There was still more work to be done.

The fire would burn away what was weak. The forge would shape what remained. And when it was over, there would be no more hesitation. No more doubt.

The galaxy did not yet know her name.

But it would.

She lifted the hammer once more.

She would forge until there was nothing left of the girl who hesitated.

Only she would remain.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Serina Calis

Location: Bastion - homeworld of the Diarch

A small beeping was coming from the cabinet near Relliks bed.

Rubbing away the dreams from his drowsy eyes, he would roll over and pull the drawer open. His direct security holo communicator had a call coming through. Sitting up with a striking speed as everything dawned on him - he pulled it out and answered.

"Connection confirmed, proceed."

Typically not one for formality, when it came to secure channels all parties were advised to keep their words short and to the point.

Agent: "My lord, this is sector operative T-96. Objective subject - An intruder has entered the Rakatan ruins in designated plot: DX-143. Triggering the silent alarms stationed at its entrance."

Wondering why something so trivial would be reaching his radar the Diarch awaited further details.

Agent: "Subjective subject - With our sensor activated cameras on site we have glimpsed the intruder. Through facial and posture recognition it has been determined to be a now denounced Jedi - Serina Calis. Directive - to be determined by the Lord. Complete dossier inbound."

"Lord arrival eminent. Terminate line"

With a flash and as quick as Rellik had answered the call, it was ended. Now left alone the Diarch hurried to get ready. Reading over the dossier sent to him about this Serina. - Reaching out to his personal hunter Varis Oakertain to prepare his ship the DSD-Vault to launch into orbit. Grabbing his saber, robes and heading to the naval academy to leave for Dantooine.
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Location: Dantooine - customs and regulations

The international landing zone of Dantooine was something Rellik had not personally seen yet. His brother had been asked beforehand to deal with a pirate menace here but the Co-head had yet to find the time to walk amongst its halls himself. Seeing Diarchy flags fly high over the area was a swelling of pride. As much as he was in a hurry, he was swarmed by reporters and other delegate assigned performers. It was nice to see the peace and security brought forth by mutual cooperation was appreciated. It appears the heads of Dantooine government must have become aware of his arrival.

Pushing through while slowly talking to as many people as he could, stopping for a decent moment to speak to a senator from the Chancellorate. No agents from the network had met him though. Acutely they had decided that all the required information had been given over the call already.

Once outside he was able to get into a speeder that was left for him by design. Requesting the crowd to part from his path and taking off.

Seeing Dantooine for the first time was an amazing site. As an outdoorsman seeing the Kath hounds so prominently put into the books and games of his youth was delightful.

Than, there was the ruins in sight. Semi large pillars leading down a ramp to thick doors. Hoping out the speeder and approaching the aura of the structure alone was impressive. History, both before the time of the Jedi and to now within their ownership of the planet - should be revered. Knowing he was crossing the threshold and these ruins were known for danger, Rellik would take off his outer robe. Leaving him in his beige tunic. To those who did not know him and if it were not for his yellow eyes, he would appear to be a Jedi to most.
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Location: Interior of the Rakatan Ruins

A stale air that had been living down here for millennia wafted into the man. A relic of civilizations gone and pasted was laden upon all the walls in archaic symbols and imagery. The only noise to break up the silence of forgotten gods was a tinging sound. As if someone were working at a smithy, forging something. After his moment of fascination it was time to see who this intruder really was.

Rellik had traveled to the edge of their sector to meet this stateless person. Those who were "Lost" were always great additions to the Diarchy. Wanting to reach out and provide a new home for those who value Freedom, Power, and the decision to live by their means in a galaxy torn by war. Those who have had to go into this pit of violence alone were deserving of solace and Rellik would be the champion of that fight.

Arriving outside the room where the noise of workmanship was taking place, he paused for a moment. The power within was admirable and filled with... something dark and dominate yet some how... new.

Opening the doors and seeing a beautiful yet worked woman. He would call out openly announcing himself. Hands clasped behind his back and posture straight. A smile across his face.

"I am Diarch Rellik. A pleasure to meet you Serina."

 

[Serina Calis]

Forge of Dominion.
Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Objective: Begin again.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Diarch Rellik

The Force is not my master. It is not my guide. It is mine to wield, to shape, to command. Those who hesitate, who kneel before destiny, who whisper of balance—they are already lost. I will not endure. I will conquer. I will forge myself into something greater, and when I am done, the galaxy will not remember the Jedi. It will not remember the Sith. It will remember me.
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The forge roared.

The embers burned like dying stars, the flames licking the edges of the ancient Rakatan temple as if eager to consume what history had left behind. The air was thick with heat and the acrid scent of molten metal, weaving a haze that clung to the ruins like a living thing. Shadows danced along the walls, cast in sharp relief by the flickering firelight. The glyphs etched into the stone, remnants of a civilization that once held the Force in its grip, seemed to pulse as though bearing witness to what was being created within.

And in the center of it all— Serina Calis.

Her form was rigid with concentration, her body a trembling sculpture of pain and purpose. Blood trickled in fine rivulets from her hands, streaking her wrists and pooling at her fingertips before vanishing into the sooty metal she held. The hilt of her newly forged weapon was still scorching hot, but she did not let go. She could not let go. The agony was proof of her resolve. Proof that she would not be undone by something as inconsequential as flesh.

Pain was nothing. Pain was a tool.

Her hair, once golden and immaculate, now clung to her forehead in tangled strands, damp with sweat and soot. The pristine elegance she had once carried long gone, melted away in the relentless heat of her own transformation. This was not the temple of the Jedi, nor the Sith. There were no Masters here to scold her, no knights to reprimand her lack of discipline, no Padawans to cast fearful glances at the one who never quite belonged.

This was her temple.

A single, final stroke of the hammer. The sound rang out like a clarion call, reverberating through the walls, through the bones of the structure itself. The forge flared, momentarily flooding the chamber with a searing brilliance before dimming back to its normal, simmering glow.

And then—

A voice.

"I am Diarch Rellik. A pleasure to meet you, Serina."

Her grip tightened around the blade, the sound of her knuckles creaking cutting through the silence that followed his words.

A visitor.

An interruption.

The flames wavered for a moment, as though sensing the shift in the air. The Force, thick and oppressive, coiled around her, whispering in a language only she could understand. This was no mere passerby. This was someone with intent—someone who thought they could approach her, speak to her, as if she were just another lost soul in need of direction.

She inhaled deeply, forcing her breath to steady. Slowly, methodically, she straightened, rolling her shoulders back, the motion exuding a lethal grace that belied the exhaustion lurking beneath her skin. The blade in her grip still shimmered with heat, the raw metal infused with both fire and her own will.

Turning, she beheld him.

The man who had intruded upon her domain stood in the threshold, his presence framed by the darkness of the temple's corridors. Hands clasped behind his back, posture composed, a carefully crafted smile spread across his lips. A diplomat's bearing. A ruler's confidence. He did not approach with the bluster of a soldier nor the arrogance of a Sith. He carried himself as one who did not expect rejection—as one who had already decided he belonged in this moment, in her moment.

Fascinating.

Serina let the silence stretch between them, letting him feel the weight of it, the raw power simmering beneath the surface of her composure. She could sense him trying to measure her, trying to understand what exactly he had walked into.

She would make sure he never forgot.

The heat from the forge had soaked into her bones, wrapping around her like an aura of liquid fire. Her stance was effortless yet deliberate, every muscle coiled beneath her soot-streaked skin. She was not a damsel waiting to be courted by diplomacy. She was not a Jedi in need of redemption.

She was Serina Calis.

And she was not to be approached lightly.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she spoke.

"You know my name."

Her voice was smooth, but there was something coiled within it, something dangerous. The words rolled off her tongue, deliberate, assessing. A queen addressing a petitioner.

She stepped forward, the motion slow, purposeful, and as she did, the shadows of the chamber seemed to bow around her. The flickering firelight reflected off her eyes—piercing blue, cold as a dying star. Her tunic clung to her frame, damp with sweat, torn from the work she had put herself through, but she wore it like battle-scarred armor. She embraced the disarray, owned the exhaustion, made it something regal, something untouchable.

Another step.

"You address me with certainty, as if you belong here. As if you expect something from me."

The Force rippled through the room, a shift in the air, subtle yet undeniable. The temple, ancient and forgotten, had long since been asleep. But she had awoken it. And now, the very walls seemed to lean in, to listen.

She tilted her head slightly, studying him the way a predator studies prey. There was no immediate hostility in her stance, but neither was there submission. There was only power, barely leashed.

"Tell me, Diarch Rellik," she murmured, voice dipping lower, richer, laced with something sharp and knowing. "Do you fancy yourself a man of power? Do you stand before me as an equal? Or are you here to bargain, to offer me something you think I need?"

She let the words linger, curling around him like the embers in the forge.

"Because I promise you, I need nothing."

The final word struck like a dagger. A declaration, a warning.

And yet… something glimmered beneath the surface of her expression. Not acceptance, but intrigue. She had been in this temple long enough to know that the galaxy never sent nothing. It always sent something, someone, with a purpose.

And she would decide whether he was worth her time.

Her grip loosened around the hilt of her blade, though she did not lower it. The heat still radiated from the metal, still hummed with the force of her will.

The silence returned, stretching between them, thick with expectation.

Then, she lifted her chin, daring him to speak.

Daring him to prove himself worthy of her attention.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Serina Calis

"When dealing with un-knowns, it is best to put ones best foot forward. Carry peace in one hand and war within another." Kakus - Father of the Diarchs.

The cold echo of eons past reverberated deeper now that the working upon the anvil had ceased. The cracking of worn hands resonating within the chamber as the silence seeped between the two.

woosh*

Light birthed from the flames of the temper and forge flickered. Afflicted as all things are with the force as the aura of the two filled the room. Rellik noting that it coagulated around the woman and grew in power. A response to his presence during her work.

As she come to the realization she was not alone several things became clear. She was dangerous. Only made more paramount in the fluid dance of her movement. A stalking beast, analyzing prey.

So he stood, offering peace with his hands behind his back. Yet holding war as his blade cradled within his fingers. Lessons from a bygone era of his father. - A man fated for destiny must must be prepared to fight the river that carries him, or he will be drowned.

Force clouding his nature, the only outward feelings left were his power alone. Oddly not Dark nor light, simply there.

The scars on his upper torso began to ache, a sign of his mind knowing more might come soon. He felt the coming of a battle within the silence. Whether it be to test his value or for interrupting her work, it was on a knifes edge from beginning.

"You know my name."

Spoke the viper, an initial reaction had finally broke the silence. Beyond just a gaze there was slow deliberate movement as she stalked towards him.

It was the physical nature of something that only knew battle - coiled and ready to strike. As even a serpent must kill to survive. So he stood resolute. Hands behind his back, as a bird of prey. Watching and determining if this person might become his meal.

"You address me with certainty, as if you belong here. As if you expect something from me."

In his mind he had the pride of Diarch. "This planet is mine. I belong anywhere upon it." The words never spoken but felt. The galaxy made small as two people turned these ruins into their own theater. The walls being their audience.

As a curious cat might do watching their hunt, she tilted her head and than spoke.

"Do you fancy yourself a man of power? Do you stand before me as an equal? Or are you here to bargain, to offer me something you think I need?"

He paused, watching her muscles in the case of an attack. Merely gazing at her as she spoke.

"Because I promise you, I need nothing."

Rellik stood resolute in his conviction and strength. He did not need to interrupt or prod her ideals.

Letting her vent her nature upon him he waited. Until she rose her chin to signify she had finished. Tilting his head slightly down to look at Serina, he spoke. Calmly yet with power.

"Needs, Power, Equal... Striving for each is insignificant. I have seen the needs of many be turned to ash, the power of gods used as tools, and my equals... I have seen them believe themselves dragons only to be snakes."

Cold yellow eyes gazed beyond the blond haired woman. As dead as his eyes were, the evidence of laugh lines (Lateral Canthal/crows feet) were apparent. He might revel in evil, but he was still a man. He stood unperturbed, as if he knew he was meant to be in this moment.

"The force has drawn my fate to your doorstep. To these ruins, and your work within. I have not come to promise you things. I have come to find destiny."

The stature of Rellik was dominant. The longing shadow encroaching all within. The small room slowly becoming more and more of a pinhole at which only two people existed.

He is just a man of his own will, wanting to achieve what he wants.

"I see futures in you. It is your choice to allow them to thrive or end here. Choose wisely."

His stance had not changed. Nothing beyond the tilt of his head or the tone of his voice had moved much. He held the patience of a stone and the will of stars.

 

[Serina Calis]

Forge of Dominion.
Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Objective: Begin again.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Diarch Rellik

The Force is not my master. It is not my guide. It is mine to wield, to shape, to command. Those who hesitate, who kneel before destiny, who whisper of balance—they are already lost. I will not endure. I will conquer. I will forge myself into something greater, and when I am done, the galaxy will not remember the Jedi. It will not remember the Sith. It will remember me.
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The moment stretched between them, drawn out like the final note of a dirge, ringing through the hollowed ruins. The forge's fire flickered, casting jagged shadows across the walls, twisting the ancient Rakatan glyphs into something almost alive, as if the temple itself listened, bearing silent witness to the confrontation of will between two figures who did not belong—and yet, belonged completely.

Serina Calis stood unmoving, her sweat-slicked skin gleaming in the low light, her chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. She felt his words settle around her, not as chains to restrain but as something deeper, something more insidious. Fate. Destiny. Futures. She knew people who had spoken of such things before. Believers. Dreamers. Fools.

And yet…

There was no mistaking the weight of his presence. He did not waver, did not recoil. He spoke as though the force of his will alone could dictate reality, as though his existence was inevitable. She studied him, seeing the remnants of war in his stance—the careful way he balanced his weight, the way his muscles shifted beneath his tunic, ready to respond. A predator meeting another predator, each waiting to see who would strike first.

Her lips curled, ever so slightly.

"You see futures in me?" she echoed, her voice smooth, dipping lower, like the brush of silk over steel. "You think I am something to be guided, to be drawn toward fate like some lost soul waiting to be told what she is?"

She exhaled, a slow, steady breath, and when she spoke again, her words coiled around the air between them, thick with a power that was neither light nor dark—but something deeper.

"I am not something you find, Rellik."

She took a step closer, her bare feet soundless against the cold stone. The heat from the forge warped the space between them, and for a fleeting moment, she almost seemed to shimmer, like a mirage in the desert.

"I am not a possibility. Not a path yet to be chosen."

The shadows pulsed—loud.

"I am it."

The words rang through the chamber, not shouted, not whispered, but spoken with the certainty of 0ne who only sees something as an absolute truth.

The fire did not crackle. The shadows did not move. The very air seemed to hold its breath.

"The thing your people fear in the dark, the thing the Jedi whisper of when they close their eyes at night, the thing the Sith pretend they understand but never truly can."

Her fingers flexed, the dried blood on her palms cracking as she moved, leaving crimson trails along her fingertips.

"I am the storm that tears down the old. The force does not guide me—I command it. It is my blade. My weapon. My servant. It bends because I will it to."

The flames surged behind her, as if in response.

"You speak of futures. You speak of choice."

Her blue eyes gleamed beneath the flickering light, filled with something ancient, something untamed.

"Then understand this, Diarch: You are not offering me a future. You are standing in the presence of what is inevitable."

And then—

A warning cry.

A high-pitched, metallic shriek tore through the temple, ancient systems activating with a sudden surge of energy. The ground trembled beneath them, the very bones of the ruins coming alive as alarms howled through the stone.

And then came the droids.

From the deep corridors of the Rakatan ruins, they emerged. Tall, skeletal frames, their rusted durasteel bodies still lethal despite the ages. Their glowing photoreceptors flared to life, shifting from dormant amber to a pulsing, predatory red. Their limbs moved with a mechanical grace, long fingers twitching as if testing ancient servos. The temple, recognizing intruders, had awakened its defenders.

And they did not hesitate.

Blaster fire erupted in the chamber, the first volley scorching the ground where Serina had stood a mere second before—but she was already moving.

Lightning-fast.

A blur of motion, a ripple of shadow against firelight, she twisted—and then the weapon was in her hands.

Ebon Requiem.

The halberd was not drawn—it was summoned, pulled to her grip with an ease that spoke of deep familiarity, the way a warrior's hand knows the weight of their sword even before it touches their fingers. The blackened phrik alloy shimmered in the flickering firelight, the blade's glowing etchings igniting like veins of molten gold as she spun it into position.

The song of war had begun.

Her stance was effortless, the weight of the halberd perfectly balanced between her fingers, despite its size, despite its unforgiving lethality. The curved hook gleamed, the razor edge whispering of severed throats and broken defenses. The spiked tip pointed forward, a spear of destruction, waiting for its first victim.

She smiled.

"Diarch, shall we?" she murmured, twirling the weapon once, letting its deadly arc carve through the air like a whisper of death.

The droids charged.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Serina Calis

Awaiting patiently for a reply the two warriors stood off. Even Rellilk un-worked compared to the women before him, did not doubt she had the strength left to give him a good fight. He could feel it off of her - radiant power.

Her response broke the silence of the revered chamber. Questioning if he wished to be her guide. Stepping one foot closer and speaking with a power like something he had only felt on two other people, his family.

"I am not a possibility. Not a path yet to be chosen."
"I am it."

The Diarch formed a smile on his face. For Serina had just described Destiny. She was right in that he did come here to find someone he could use as a tool but upon feeling her energy - he knew it. Although her presence in the force was similar to his, it was not until she finished her words that he determined that they were similar. Not Rellik himself.

"The force does not guide me—I command it."
"Then understand this, Diarch: You are not offering me a future. You are standing in the presence of what is inevitable."

But his Father, Kakus.

From her demeanor to her standing within the force. It reminded the Diarch of him. Even after his Fathers disappearance Rellik never doubted if he was alive. In some way. For he knew that there is neither life, nor death. Only the force and for Kakus - he commanded it. Everything between the two was like sitting within the gardens of his home on Taris once again listening to him speak.

For a moment even, he wondered if this was him. Reincarnated.

And then-

A warning cry.

Rellik did not change in his posture in the slightest. He stayed looking at this strange individual named Serina. As the thousands of years of dust beneath his feet began to shuffle he watched. He could hear the rear of machines, twisting metal weaponry moving to come and attack. He knew the risk before entering.

As the blaster fire began, he would finally untie the hands behind his back, igniting his saber and reflecting the bolts back unto the droids. His first movements since entering the chamber. Finally showing his technique and speed. The golden blade blending into the fires of the furnace. Their shields - still working at a good capacity after all of these years simply absorbed the returning fire.

The Diarch would bring out an old dagger from his belt, putting it in his off hand. Before launching his attack he looked back over at her again. A large black halberd with a glowing etch within her hands. Even for it being the size of her body, she handled it with grace.

Than finally, within the calling of battle - she smiled.

"Let us dance" mimicking her action and twirling the small curved dagger in his hand. An extension of his tempered ferocity and animalistic nature.

 

[Serina Calis]

Forge of Dominion.
Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Objective: Begin again.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Diarch Rellik

The Force is not my master. It is not my guide. It is mine to wield, to shape, to command. Those who hesitate, who kneel before destiny, who whisper of balance—they are already lost. I will not endure. I will conquer. I will forge myself into something greater, and when I am done, the galaxy will not remember the Jedi. It will not remember the Sith. It will remember me.
​

The scent of burning ozone filled the air, mingling with the acrid bite of molten metal as blaster bolts scorched across the chamber. The battle had begun in earnest, yet Serina did not rush—did not falter. Instead, she stood, bathed in the flickering glow of the forge, watching as Diarch Rellik moved for the first time since entering.

Golden light erupted from his saber, a blade of radiant fire clashing against the darkness of the temple's ancient defenders. The precision in his deflections, the efficiency of his movements—each strike was practiced, measured, intentional. There was no hesitation, no wasted energy. The mark of a warrior who had long since mastered himself.

Serina's grip on Ebon Requiem tightened, the phrik alloy humming in response to her touch, the halberd's intricate etchings glowing faintly, as if the weapon itself was alive in her hands. She took it all in—the droids, the chaos, the unfolding violence—but her focus was still, somehow, on him.

He did not flinch.

Did not falter.

Did not run from the storm that had awakened.

Fascinating.

And then—his words.

"Let us dance."

The dagger twirled in his hand, a silvered blur in the firelight. There was something primal in the way he held himself now, a contrast to his stillness before. The calculating strategist was still there, but beneath the composure, she sensed ferocity—hunger. A beast that had long since learned to wear the mask of a man.

She liked that.

Serina's smile widened.

"A bold thing to say." Her voice was rich, amused, a subtle undertone of challenge curling around her words. "Are you certain you can keep up?"

Ebon Requiem cut through the air as she moved—not lunging, not striking, but shifting, the motion as fluid as a viper coiling before the kill. The weight of the halberd, the sheer size of it, meant nothing in her hands. It was hers.

It was an extension of her will.

The first droid that dared approach—she struck without hesitation.

A single, blinding arc—

The phrik blade met durasteel, slicing through the droid's shielding like parchment. The sheer force behind the swing split the automaton's torso apart, sending its upper half crashing into the wall with a sickening crunch of crushed metal.

It had not even finished falling before Serina was already in motion again.

A twist. A pivot. A seamless transition into the next movement. The deadly edge of her halberd carried momentum, the sweeping arc leading her straight into her next strike. Another droid raised its weapon—too slow.

Serina inverted her grip, shifting the halberd's weight in a blink—

The curved hook at the weapon's base snagged the droid's leg, wrenching it off balance. A single, fluid motion—she yanked, sending the machine crashing onto its back.

And then—

The spike of Ebon Requiem drove down.

Straight through its mechanical skull.

It spasmed. Twitched. Then fell still.

Serina exhaled, blue eyes burning with exhilaration.

"More."

Her voice was barely a whisper, but it carried through the chamber like a demand.

More enemies. More violence. More power.

She turned her gaze back to Rellik, a slow, measured glance.

He was watching her.

Not just observing—watching.

She could see it now, the subtle shift in his stance. He had studied her movements, her strikes, the way she carried herself. He was analyzing, learning—but beneath it, beneath the tactics and calculation, she could sense something else.

Recognition.

"I was wrong about you," she murmured, voice just loud enough for him to hear over the battle. "You're not just a man of power."

She twirled her halberd, rolling her shoulders, still loose, still composed, despite the chaos surrounding them.

"You are a man who understands the price of it."

And that, perhaps, was the most dangerous man of all.

But there was no time to dwell.

Another wave was coming.

She tilted her head, watching as the droids swarmed forward, their metal feet clanking against the temple's aged stone, weapons primed to fire.

"Enough talk, Rellik."

She spun Ebon Requiem into position, the glowing etchings along its blade pulsing like a heartbeat in the dim light.

"Let's see if you dance as well as you boast."

And with that—

Serina charged.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Tags: Serina Calis

Perhaps there would have been no better setting for Relliks first encroachment into the Rakatan tombs. As fascinating as the hieroglyphics and statues might have been, it would be a shame to not test the defenses as well.

A studied monster - he knew the shields of the Rakatans would keep his lightsaber at bay. How fitting it was that a simpler weapon would be his tool. The small curved dagger held within his fingers. With enough brute force would be able to penetrate and win him the day.

"Are you certain you can keep up?"

His dance partner leapt into the fray first and she was a good one at that. Maneuvering with violent grace. The enemies close to them were dispatched with ease.

A streaking arc from the halberd creating a wonderful show of light from its edge - one with enough force to send the machine into the wall, flattening it completely.

Continuing on tempo with a half twirl to face her next target, the weapon simply an extension of her being flowed easily with her. Changing her pace and inverting her grip to use a hook on the end of her weapon to drop her foe. Leaving it at her mercy for a overhead stab.

A recurring weakness for a man of many talents. Watching beautiful women for a moment longer than he should. Although, with this one - it was more than just her appearance. She had grace molded through yearning for more. Power, Strength, - The want to conquer. Years of devoted practice to reach what she wants, on her own terms. Her beauty was dedication, violence, composed chaos.

She had seen him - watching her. Acknowledging her for what she was. The journey she could have gone on to have such good technique. Even more so, it was safe to assume she forged her weapon. Another fascinating thing Rellik was wanting to learn more about.

"You are a man who understands the price of it."

It was not un-common for force users to know what another is thinking. Yet Rellik determined he was not hiding his emotions well. He did not even need to react much. His compatriot had made such short work of the droids within the area he was able to just admire the work. Yet his demeanor while watching the display might have been akin to a hungry animal seeing the finest meal in the galaxy.

A malicious grin took over his consular smile as he tilted his head slightly in response. Taking off his top tunic a few things were very easy to see, even within the dark hue of the room. Lit only by the forge and reflections of weapons.

A singular large scar bore across the Diarchs chest vertically. Stemming from slightly above his belly button. Leading directly to burnt skin that spanned from his pecs to his left shoulder. Even so with the large markings, there were many small cuts splattered across the canvas that was his body.

He did not need words to acknowledge what Serina said. - He understood the price.

Soft clinking reminded Rellik that he was not to be completely outdone. More droids were now coming closer, two side by side up front with a few more behind them.

"I cant sit idly by and watch you have all the fun now dear. This time, I will be taking my pay in metal."

Turning his head and gathering himself back into his stance he prepared.

"Enough talk, Rellik."
"Let's see if you dance as well as you boast."

The two warriors leapt in together!

As the droids shot in tandem with staggered bolts, ensuring a constant pressure of fire - The Diarch advanced. Reflecting the shots back into their shields just so he could get close. Taking a small leap at the closest droid and deactivating his blade, he would place both hands on the pommel of his dagger. Driving it directly where the last shot had refracted into the shield and riding it through to stab directly into the droids main computing center. The force crushing it in on itself and his hand together.

Dragging his arm down the body of the machine, he would clench his fist, ripping one of the mechanical limbs off of the droid as he pushed it to the ground.

Force pulling the other one close he would smash the stolen ligament through the shield of the next droid nearest to him. Using the machines known metal as an easier piercing tool since it was designed to work with the shield. Once the shield was down he would swiftly chop the remaining limps off using Mou kei The body of this one would come back with him to his ship. A source of study, ever thinking ahead even in battle.

Hand bleeding slightly from bashing the first droid, metal and shrapnel upon his body.

Rellik would turn and watch his new friend destroy the remaining machines.

"I always get the unique ones." The words leaving his mouth with a happy tone. He lived for this and loved it.
- A reminder of when he fought a demigod upon Muunilist and told Reign it just appeared to be his fate to always find the most interesting people in the galaxy.

 

[Serina Calis]

Forge of Dominion.
Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Objective: Begin again.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Diarch Rellik

The Force is not my master. It is not my guide. It is mine to wield, to shape, to command. Those who hesitate, who kneel before destiny, who whisper of balance—they are already lost. I will not endure. I will conquer. I will forge myself into something greater, and when I am done, the galaxy will not remember the Jedi. It will not remember the Sith. It will remember me.
​

The clash of steel, the hiss of blaster fire, the unmistakable symphony of war—Serina drank it in like a heady perfume, letting it weave into the very fabric of her being. The battle had transformed the Rakatan chamber into a stage, its ancient walls now audience to the lethal performance unfolding within.

She was not alone in the dance.

Rellik moved now, no longer a bystander in the chaos. His motions were deliberate, precise, sharpened by experience and tempered in blood. Where she was fluid, he was direct—brutality refined into something almost artistic.

Serina watched as he closed the distance with calculated aggression, his golden saber reflecting the hellish glow of the forge as he wove through the storm of blaster fire. An opening, a moment—he took it.

The blade of his lightsaber vanished, and with a brutal two-handed grip, he drove his dagger through the shield of the first droid, his strength alone collapsing its defenses. The sound of metal giving way under pressure was like music, a fitting chorus to the destruction around them.

Then, with the ease of a man born for battle, he ripped a limb from the dying automaton, turning it into a weapon against the next. Savage. Clever. Efficient.

"I always get the unique ones."

Serina smirked. He enjoyed this. The glint in his eye, the thrill in his voice—it was unmistakable.

"A bad habit, Diarch." She twirled Ebon Requiem, her grip tightening as her attention shifted toward the remaining droids. "One day, your luck will run out."

But not today.

The final wave of Rakatan machines surged forward, advancing in eerie unison, their mechanical forms moving with inhuman precision. Their shields flickered, reforming after each attempt to strike them down, their blaster cannons shifting in tandem—

But Serina had no intention of letting them dictate the pace of the fight.

She charged.

The Force coiled around her muscles, amplifying her already considerable speed, carrying her forward like a predator descending upon prey. She moved as if she had no weight, her feet barely brushing the dust-covered ground before she was upon them.

A droid raised its weapon—

Too slow.

Serina vaulted forward, slamming the haft of her halberd into its shield with a resounding crack. The golden etchings along Ebon Requiem pulsed violently, responding to the force of the impact, sending a shockwave rippling through the energy barrier—

The shield buckled.

In one seamless motion, she reversed her grip—

And struck.

The phrik blade carved through the exposed section of the droid's neck with all the elegance of a calligrapher's brush. Sparks erupted, circuits shrieking as its head separated from its body and crashed onto the stone floor.

She barely slowed.

Another droid fired—she saw it coming.

With a flick of her wrist, she rotated the halberd's curved hook downward, catching the barrel of the blaster and twisting. The weapon was wrenched free from its grasp, its mechanical fingers snapping from the sheer torque.

Then—

She stepped inward, close, dangerously close—

And drove the spiked tip of her weapon straight into its core.

A mechanical scream, a burst of fire, and then—nothing.

The final droid hesitated.

Serina smiled.

It was a rare thing to see a machine hesitate. A fleeting, almost human moment of fear—before it rushed her.

Foolish.

She turned on her heel, sidestepping the charge with effortless precision, letting it stumble just enough to leave an opening. And then—

She brought Ebon Requiem down like a guillotine.

The blade met durasteel—

And split the droid in half.

The battle was over.

Serina straightened, twirling the halberd once before bringing it down beside her, its weight settling into the stone floor with a final, resonant clang. Her breathing was steady. Controlled. Not a trace of exhaustion marred her form—only the heat of victory.

Her gaze drifted back to Rellik, his figure now illuminated by the flickering fire of the forge. His tunic lay discarded, revealing a canvas of scars across his torso—some fresh, others faded into old wounds that spoke of battles long past.

She had seen men like him before. But she had never met one quite like him.

A deep, quiet hunger lay beneath the surface of his composure, something barely contained, something patient. He was not a man who fought without reason—he studied, he adapted, he waited. And he had been waiting for her.

Serina tilted her head, considering him.

"I could ask where you learned to fight like that," she mused, voice like honey and venom intertwined. "But I already know the answer, don't I?"

A slow, knowing smile curved her lips.

"Pain is the best teacher."

The forge crackled, its glow casting jagged shadows across the chamber. The air was still charged, humming with the remnants of battle.

Serina's fingers brushed against the handle of her halberd, its surface warm beneath her touch. She could still feel Rayia Si 's craftsmanship in every line, every etched detail. This weapon was more than just metal and phrik—it was a testament to what she had become.

What she was becoming.

Her gaze met Rellik's again, something undeniably dangerous flickering in the depths of her ice-blue eyes.

"You fought well," she admitted, the closest thing to praise she would offer. "Perhaps you are not all talk after all."

She lifted her halberd with one hand, resting its weight against her shoulder.

"But tell me, Rellik—" she took a step toward him, the dim light catching in her gaze, "—do we dare to go deeper?"

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Tags: Serina Calis

"One day, your luck will run out."

"Yes it will but like you Serina. I will not be contained. I choose not to be redeemed and when death comes for me, I will choose how. We are the same in that regard. We decide who we are and why."

Wiping the oil from his face as the blade in his hand shaved his cheek. His eyes glinted with fanatic fury held back by years of experience. His golden orbs shimmered as he looked unto her while speaking. Fore she held something within her that few did.

- What the Diarchy was built upon. What HE was built upon. Self determination beyond the galaxy around them.

They will be damned to not decide for themselves how they live and who they choose to be.

On que, the remaining droids advanced. Serina, according to her whill had decided to dictate the pace of the fight.

As she slaughtered the machines the Diarch looked around. His saber entwined in his hands instinctually reflecting anything that came his way.

He admired the fire of the forge closely. Using his mastery of illusions and manipulating the flame - he created a small scene from his memory. Within the glow he recalled his Father Kakus and himself practicing with large sticks within the Garden. Two shadows of ash.

The flames flickering as the young Rellik attacked with brash zeal. Only to be met with the elegant pacing of his father teaching him form III Soresu for the first time. An attempt at tempering his violent tendencies.

The warmth of remembrance comforted him. For all of the old mans flaws, he did treat them as sons.

Hearing the last droid fall he returned to stand strong in front of the flame. It still flickering, if not slowly encroaching upon his outline. The long cast shadow outside its reach zoning out his silhouette. The comforting dark embrace of overwhelming power... The fire seemingly continuing his illusion on its own.

The cold, damp room they were in was now a furnace of its own. Although Rellik had only touched into his physical side, the force swirled in heat around him from looking into the forge. The battle, the confrontation and subsequent actions with Serina. All had made this forgotten tomb into a place of intense warmth.

He stood staunchly - confident in the gaze of Serina. There was not fear of their engagement but a burning want for more.

Her words akin to a sultry assassin as she acknowledged the story written upon his body. The slight jump in his heart rate only cooled by the ice blue of her eyes as she caressed her weapon.

"—do we dare to go deeper?"

"I think by now I would wake up at night in sweat if we did not. Tell me though, what brought you to this place. Was it fire and war? What made you decide how destiny is made?"

His moved a hand to hover over the fire of the forge. Using the force to keep the heat at bay. He had a longing gaze upon his face.

"I never clarified before. When I said I saw futures in you."

Eyes lost into the flame as he spoke, the Diarch was in his own world for a moment. Seeing the ash dance before his eyes.

"Life is barbarous as I am sure you have observed. It is a double edged sword. A tool used to win precious things as well as protecting them. Friendship, Power, Love, Freedom."

A slight pause came between his words. The fire of the forge turning a similar gold as the one Relliks saber emitted.

"To some these are the most precious. I believe beneath them - there is something even more valuable than these. Something we are all driven to pursue, for our own sake - no other."

The dark shadow from before that crept out from the corners of the glow slowly encroached upon him as he spoke. Zoning in on the moment.

"One beings whill can hold dominion over the entire galaxy. It can blow thousands if not millions apart in its wake. It breaths life into them and in the same breath cages them in suffering."

He turned to face Serina. Almost looking past her in his gaze.

"Those who dictate the force are not good nor evil. They merely balance the scale. Who are they to decide for us. I will travel with you deeper but I must know. - Why are you here."

His eyes lowering to meet hers, his consular smile returned. The fire within his eyes had came back to the calming sand they normally portrayed. He stood straight and resolute yet was welcoming.

Relliks entire life was suffering and he wanted to reach out. Knowing that the Whill of the force that brought them together here was just another thing - controlling them. That possibly together, through their own self determination. They could become the first people who were truly free.

 

[Serina Calis]

Forge of Dominion.
Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Objective: Begin again.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Diarch Rellik

The Force is not my master. It is not my guide. It is mine to wield, to shape, to command. Those who hesitate, who kneel before destiny, who whisper of balance—they are already lost. I will not endure. I will conquer. I will forge myself into something greater, and when I am done, the galaxy will not remember the Jedi. It will not remember the Sith. It will remember me.
​

The heat of the forge roared between them, wrapping the ancient chamber in a shroud of molten gold and flickering shadow. The droids lay in ruin, their shattered remains cooling on the stone like offerings to the past. The battle was over. But the war of wills had only just begun.

Serina stood poised, the sultry curve of her lips betraying a lingering amusement at the way Rellik spoke, at the way he thought, at the way he looked at her—like he was seeing something rare, something terrible and wonderful all at once.

She knew that look.

She had seen it before in the eyes of Jedi Masters who feared what she might become. In the stolen glances of warriors who mistook her allure for weakness—only to learn the truth too late. In the trembling gazes of men and women who begged for her mercy but never received it.

But Rellik's gaze was different.

There was no fear. No hesitance. Only hunger.

Not for her body—not entirely. But for what she was.

For the fire she carried. The force of will that made her more than just another would-be conqueror.

And yet, even as he spoke with the confidence of a man who believed himself unshackled, even as he stood there, shadow and flame converging at his feet, she heard the question buried beneath his words.

"Why are you here?"

He wanted to understand her.

That made two of them.

Serina chuckled, the sound low, knowing, edged with something just shy of dangerous. She shifted her weight slightly, tilting her hip just so as her fingers curled along the haft of Ebon Requiem, the weapon resting lazily against her shoulder like an afterthought.

A deliberate contrast.

A woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

Her body, casual, inviting. Her eyes—merciless.

"Oh, Diarch." Her voice rolled like velvet over steel, dripping with a decadence that could just as easily be deception as it could be desire. "You speak of will, of destiny, of the weight of those who cage the galaxy in their vision of order or chaos."

Her fingers traced a slow, meaningless pattern along the engravings of her halberd.

"But tell me something—"

She stepped forward, one step, two—enough to shrink the distance between them, enough to let the heat of the forge mingle with the heat of her skin.

"—if I reached out and touched you right now, would I find a man who truly dictates his own fate… or would I feel the scars of every chain that has ever tried to bind you?"

Her breath was warm, her words spoken just above a whisper, as if daring him to react—to prove her wrong.

But before he could, before he even had time to formulate a response, she laughed.

Not a soft laugh. Not a coy one.

A dark, knowing laugh.

Because she already knew the answer.

"Do not mistake me for a philosopher, Rellik. I do not dwell in the abstract."

Another step, closer still.

"I am not here to ponder what it means to be free."

Her free hand rose, a single finger tracing the air between them as if outlining something unseen. A boundary. A line.

"I am here because I have already lost my freedom. Because I understand the one truth that others fear to speak aloud."

The heat from the forge flared, the flames almost bending toward her as if drawn by something more than just the air.

Serina's lips parted, her voice dipping lower.

"True freedom is a lie, there are the controlled..."

She let the words linger, let them sink into his bones.

"...and the controller."

Her hand dropped.

"You say the Force guides no one. That it bends to those with the will to command it."

She smiled.

"And yet here we are, standing in a tomb that should have been forgotten, our fates tangled by something unseen."

Another pause. A moment of silence. A moment where the firelight flickered just so against her face, casting a wicked glow along her sharp features, making her seem like something not entirely of this world.

"So tell me, Rellik—"

Her fingers slid along the haft of Ebon Requiem, gripping it just tight enough to remind him that, for all her teasing, for all her deliberate provocations, there was something monstrous beneath it all.

"Who is really in control?"

Then—

She stepped back.

Not in retreat. Not in submission.

But as if the game was over, as if she had won something unspoken.

She exhaled, slowly, letting the tension settle.

"You want to know why I'm here?"

Finally—finally—she answered him. Like a slow, beating drum, her voice rose slowly.

"Because I owe a debt. A debt that will be payed in the lives of trillions. A debt that will bring an eternal darkness to the galaxy, that will make the light bend in submissive obedience. A debt that will make the stars shatter, the seas boil, the wastes run red with the blood of the unworthy!"

A flick of her wrist. The halberd twirled in her grasp, a motion so effortless it was practiced, perfected, lethal.

"Because I will not be the prey of fate."

She smirked.

"I will be the hunter. I will bring about the final war."

The fire crackled, the shadows shifting once more.

"Now—" she rolled her shoulders, that casual grace returning, "—are we going deeper, or are you going to keep trying to convince me that I am a slave to fate?"

Her head tilted, the amusement never quite fading from her expression.

"Because I promise you, Rellik—"

Her ice-blue eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, everything else in the galaxy disappeared.

"—I would rather break this planet in half than let anything, or anyone, decide my fate for me."

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Serina Calis

As he finished his words he felt the air lift around him. A release from something abstract confining him.

He had felt this weight before but determined it was destiny. Something outside all other factors that drove people. Their dream.

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Serina giggled - something that brought him closer to reality as the shock of the moment hit him. He had always came to form an ally but this was something sensational.

She had become the focal point of this painting. The room he had entered was a place of workmanship, a tempering of a force and forge but as she tilted her hips and traced her fingers upon her halberd, she was the kindle that ignited his flame.

Her body was mesmerizing him while her eyes gave the dance of a snake charm. - Enchanting and Dangerous.

Her feet edged closer as she stepped towards him. Her form slowly gaining the heat of the forge, the two mingling ever together.

"—if I reached out and touched you right now, would I find a man who truly dictates his own fate… or would I feel the scars of every chain that has ever tried to bind you?"

So badly he had wanted to move or speak, her words tempting him to challenge her. Yet he bid his tongue. Whether it be from her voice or the fact that after she spoke she took a step even closer to him was yet to be decided.

She knew what she was doing.

And so she drew a line with her finger between them.

"True freedom is a lie, there are the controlled..."
"...and the controller."

- Relliks head tipped down. Almost looking at the place where her hand dropped.

It would take time for her to understand. She knew he was shackled and also, whether she believed it or not - she was as well.

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Following her hand he watched as she gripped the shaft of her halberd just tight enough to send a warning. She was a threat but one he felt, he knew.

"Who is really in control?"

The Whills - He thought, they held the power to define destiny by allotting the force to those they deemed worthy.

Her power was hers to gain and In time she would understand what he meant. This comforted him throughout the interaction.

Along with the subtle jabs, with the same grace she moved forward she had stepped back. Letting the man breath from the tension her mere presence held him in.

There are many in this galaxy that stand out among others. Vital, Energetic, Lustful, and dynamic. Serina held something else - if not all of it. Life itself.

The game was over and Relliks demeanor would tell her she won. The tension in his muscles and the rigidness of his back. They all loosened as she stepped away.

"Because I owe a debt. A debt that will be payed in the lives of trillions. A debt that will bring an eternal darkness to the galaxy, that will make the light bend in submissive obedience. A debt that will make the stars shatter, the seas boil, the wastes run red with the blood of the unworthy!"

"Because I will not be the prey of fate."

Rellik smiled - he assumed her words would make him shutter yet he reveled in them. She wanted her Castle and a woman like this. The drive, yearn and passion for herself could end up the Queen of that palace. If Rellik wanted to be the father. He would always be in search of the other end of the spectrum. If he was balance, he needed Chaos.

Only in this way could he overthrow the Whills themselves. Here, he could free everyone from the flow of the force.

The Final War: His brother sought it as the end of the conflict between the Jedi and the Sith. Rellik knew the inculpate who was responsible. His eyes fiery yellow for a moment again as she spoke.

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Through all of his inquisitorial nature she pushed through. Perhaps it was time he directed the action among them.

"—I would rather break this planet in half than let anything, or anyone, decide my fate for me."

- With this, it was his time to push her. Her titled, amused expression goading him into action.

As she stood at the chambers doors he bumped ever so slightly into her as he passed by. Looking back at her over his shoulder - he spoke. The demonic shape of the muscles on his back reflecting the flame as he stood with his shoulders rolled back, spreading them apart.

"I assumed a woman such as yourself would not wait on anyone."

His smile revealed a dash of the fangs he held. His head tilted upward lighting his face to her.

"You think I am the one trying to "Decide fate" for you."

A cold scoff came from him as he moved to descend further. Facing away from her towards the door.

"I am merely the first person in your life who did not lie behind some dogmatic drivel. You might be special or unique. Yet you are being watched and not by me woman. By "Gods" who command the force beyond you, the thing you wish to be."

Placing his right hand on the trim of the chamber and looking down he spoke his last words before leaving to go further. Knowing she would follow of her own will.

"What I want to show you is the price of power. How WE can achieve it together. Let us finish this work here. It is not the pinnacle of your story. Just a tool to help you achieve it."

His form divulged into shadow. The light of the forge making it hard to see him now that he was outside of its walls.

He slowly walked stoically deeper into the chamber. Knife and saber tucked into his tunic, back straight and with an aura of a man who was as inevitable as the person he met a few moments ago.

As much as he pondered her fate, he was not concerned. For a person like her - like him. It would not matter what happened. They were here to change the galaxy.

 

[Serina Calis]

Forge of Dominion.
Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Objective: Begin again.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Diarch Rellik

The Force is not my master. It is not my guide. It is mine to wield, to shape, to command. Those who hesitate, who kneel before destiny, who whisper of balance—they are already lost. I will not endure. I will conquer. I will forge myself into something greater, and when I am done, the galaxy will not remember the Jedi. It will not remember the Sith. It will remember me.
​

Serina felt the heat of him as he brushed past her, the barest graze of contact a deliberate, teasing act of defiance. A challenge. He had spent the encounter watching her, dissecting her, peeling away her layers in search of something—perhaps confirmation that she was like him, perhaps something more.

And now, he was the one moving forward.

Her lips curled, the amusement in her eyes sharpening to something dangerous as she watched him descend deeper into the ruins. The firelight cast his figure into something almost inhuman, his form monstrous in silhouette, the dark play of muscle and motion making him seem less like a man and more like a beast emerging from the depths of legend.

She had known many men who thought themselves kings, who spoke of grand fates and broken gods, of wars and debts paid in blood. She had listened to their boasts, indulged their fantasies of conquest, and crushed them beneath her heel when they proved too fragile to endure what they sought.

But this was different.

Rellik did not seek to conquer her.

He sought to build with her.

"You think I am the one trying to 'decide fate' for you."

His voice carried down the corridor, low and edged in mockery, the weight of a truth he seemed to believe so utterly that it almost made her laugh.

"I am merely the first person in your life who did not lie behind some dogmatic drivel."

She tilted her head, eyes following the way he moved, the quiet certainty in his steps.

"Yet you are being watched, and not by me, woman."

Ah.

"By 'gods' who command the Force beyond you—the thing you wish to be."

Now that was interesting.

Serina's fingers tightened around the haft of her halberd, the obsidian inlay cool beneath her touch, its gleaming edge whispering promises of blood and dominion. She knew of the Force. She knew of the Jedi. She knew of the Sith. She knew of power—both stolen and given.

But gods?

The very notion made her smirk.

She did not kneel.

Not to the Jedi, not to the Sith, not to the Force itself. If there were things beyond her grasp, then they were simply things she had not yet claimed.

And now—Rellik wanted to show her the price of power.

He wanted to walk beside her, not in front of her.

She exhaled, slow and deliberate, before she moved.

Her steps were silent, her grace something inhuman, honed through more than just discipline. It was will, shaped and sharpened into something tangible, something alive.

As she passed the dying fire of the forge, she reached out one hand, fingers grazing the lingering heat of the embers.

She did not flinch.

"The price of power," she echoed, voice smooth as silk, dark as the abyss.

The flames flickered.

"A man telling me of the cost—"

Her lips parted slightly, a hint of teeth visible in the dim light, the suggestion of something wicked, knowing, delighted.

"—is a man who has not yet decided if he is willing to pay it."

She strode forward, her halberd balanced effortlessly in one hand, the weight of it no more burdensome than a whispered promise.

"But I will entertain you, Rellik. I will follow you into the dark—"

Her ice-blue eyes burned, a contrast to the heat of the forge behind her, cold where his gaze was fire, winter meeting summer.

"—because if there are 'gods' who watch, I intend to meet them."

A pause.

A beat.

A moment in which her smirk widened, her head tilting ever so slightly, playful, predatory.

"And when I do—"

She stepped into the shadows where he had gone, unafraid.

"—I will make them kneel."

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Serina Calis

As a child when Rellik entered places seeped in the dark side of the force he felt what could only be described as a cold dark enveloping cloak. Overwhelming his entire body and holding him tightly. As he was squeezed by it, he would hear the presence speak to him. - the beast of darkness - itching at the back of his mind.

Malicious and sinister thoughts would fill his mind as he delved into places of immense hatred and it appears the lower levels of this tomb were one such place.

His father never gave him a direct answer to what it could be. Whenever he brought it up, like when he brought up his mother. He was met with a longing lost look only for the subject to be moved forward to philosophy or martial training. Only once had his father ever acknowledged the question. Stating only that "One day it will help you" nothing else was said about it again.

At least those history lessons had taught him that the Jedi did not search these ruins in the ancient times because they were soaked in the dark side of the force. Now it seems they were correct.

He felt it as the light of the forge faded ever further and further from him and the blackness of the tombs depths encroached upon him. It wrapped around him, not in a comforting way. In a way that felt like you were being watched, as if the predator was breathing on your neck.

"—is a man who has not yet decided if he is willing to pay it."

"Slip into a shadow and as the woman passes. Kill her, snap her sweet neck and leave her here to become another relic of the past for someone to find"

Rellik never turned around as she spoke. He did not need to. She was a fiery storm in the force and he was attuned to it, to her. He felt her coming down the same path.

He shook off the words writhing in his head and continued forward. Arriving at large stone doors he would use the force to push them aside. Being gentle to ensure the tombs structure and anything inside were not damaged. Entering what was a large rectangular chamber he paused for a moment to let his eyes adjust. Standing at the doorway he peered into the pitch black. Looking down there was another set of stairs broken and disheveled. Only a small landing separating the door from them. Further into the room he could see several cylinder shaped objects with a large one in the center of the chamber.

To his right he saw a torch holder, still intact and ready to be re-lit. Using the force to spark it to life with lightning he ignited torches one after the other as they slowly came into view. As the deep dark orange and red glow of the flames grew in power he noticed more aligning the floor. Igniting each one in turn, as he did the cylinders around them became easier to see.

Each cylinder container held a body. Floating in some form of what appeared to be Bacta but the Diarch was not sure. As the hue of the torches pushed to the center its revealed something... horrific.

Upon an alter in the center was a larger one of the containers but this one was broken apart. Facing him was a elegant machine body, intertwined with cables and tubing connecting into the floor. Something loomed on its back. Woven into the machine but he could not see clearly what it was.

As Rellik took the first step onto the landing before him, the machine flickered to life. Bright red eyes glaring at him and presumably Serina behind him.

Gemini: "predor aba tu bo tah!"

The First words out of its mouth sounded familiar to the Diarch but he could not place his hand on it. It was similar to the languages of the galaxy today but somehow, completely foreign. Somehow metallic and organic in its vocals.

Gemini: "It has been over 4000 years since someone has entered this chamber. This Gemini machine has kept me alive for all this time, feeding me on their life."

Rellik saw it in the dim glow. Behind the crown of the machine were wires. It was connected not to something but to someone. On the other end of the droid was a mortal. Sliced together with the Gemini, machine and flesh sown together into one being. Its figure, it looked Rakatan and the word Gemini.

Through all the Chaos, Relliks mind was putting it all together. The Rakatans came from the Unknown Regions of space. The same as the Gemini machines. At one point the Gemini were flung out from Iokath after their revolution. One must have landed here and either the Rakatan used it to tap into the machines of the tomb or he used the machines to bring it here and keep him alive. It appeared the containers were other victims. Satiating the monster and keeping it from dying.

There was no doubt why the darkness seeped from this place so heavily. Alone the Rakatans succumbed to the depths of the dark side and destroyed themselves. This - was even more depraved.

Either way, It needed to be purged from Dantooine and from Diarchy space.

A large stone slab slammed down where the door once was. Trapping the pair with the amalgamation.

Gemini: "I have been starved for so long. Now though, I can live again."

As it spoke its final sentence more of the droid guards from before had began to seep out of holes in the walls where typically statues would lay.

Another warning cry. Similar to the one before screamed out when the droids arrived.

As the Diarch prepared himself, taking a defensive stance normal of Soresu masters. A low hum could begin to be heard as smoke began to fill the room. A practitioner of alchemy he could tell by the initial effects of the gas what it was, a nerve agent meant to leave himself and Serina unconscious.

"Whatever this is Serina. We must be quick, the gas filling the room is meant to put us to sleep. Show me your speed and power. Leave no quarter and help me annihilate this monstrosity."

 

[Serina Calis]

Forge of Dominion.
Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Objective: Begin again.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Diarch Rellik

The Force is not my master. It is not my guide. It is mine to wield, to shape, to command. Those who hesitate, who kneel before destiny, who whisper of balance—they are already lost. I will not endure. I will conquer. I will forge myself into something greater, and when I am done, the galaxy will not remember the Jedi. It will not remember the Sith. It will remember me.
​

The moment the stone slab slammed down behind her, Serina smirked.

Not in surprise, nor fear, but in the way one might react to an expected amusement, while Rellik was already prepared to battle, decisive and quick, Serina took her leisurely time, not because she was a fool however...

Darkness coiled around the chamber, slithering through the room like an old friend. The air was thick with rot, with old metal and ancient decay, but the scent of it was almost intoxicating. Something about this place felt right—felt like it belonged to her.

And then, the smoke.

A nerve agent. Subtle at first, clinging to the floor like a fog, but rising. Tendrils of it reached out to touch her skin, but Serina barely acknowledged it.

Because she was not alone.

"Oh, lovely. Another dying thing pretending to be a god."

The voice slithered through her mind like silk and sin. Smooth, familiar—hers.

Or rather… the her she had yet to become.

Serina tilted her head, acknowledging the presence with a quiet chuckle.

"You sound impressed."

A low, rich laugh.

"Always, darling. But also… a little offended."

The shade of her future self coiled around her like a shadow with no source, a whisper of what could be, resting comfortably in the ruin where Serina's heart had once been.

A scar of power, an anchor of inevitability.

And here, in the depths of an ancient tomb, where darkness had festered for centuries, it stirred with amusement, awakening fully for the first time in ages.

"Do you see it now?" The licentious whisper curled around her thoughts. "How things like this always try to cling to life, no matter how wretched and broken they've become? Look at it—rotting, decayed, a relic of a dead empire desperately sucking the marrow from whatever life it can find. And yet… it thinks itself worthy of power."

Serina chuckled again, the sound low, almost affectionate.

"Mm. How tragic."

"Isn't it?"

Smoke danced around her fingertips, yet it never touched her. Not really.

It curled and recoiled, shifting away from her flesh as if recognizing something greater.

She felt it, the offer, as warm as it was inevitable.

"Let me handle this, my love. The air will not touch you. Breathe deeply. Enjoy yourself."

"Oh, Serina. You always know what I like."

A wicked grin stretched across her lips as she did exactly that—she inhaled.

The smoke should have flooded her lungs, should have taken root and stolen her consciousness. But it didn't. Instead, it burned away on the edge of something vast, something old, something intimately hers.

She was unshackled.

The world slowed. Her senses sharpened.

She turned to face the monstrosity before her, its grotesque fusion of flesh and machine, its tangled wires and tubing, the unnatural glow of its crimson eyes. It was ancient, it was wrong—and yet, it believed itself worthy of survival.

Serina let out a mocking hum.

"Tell me, Rellik," she purred, tilting her head as she lifted Ebon Requiem, the halberd's dark blade gleaming hungrily in the firelight. "Do you think it knows?"

She stalked forward, slow, deliberate, predatory.

"That it has already lost?"

She twirled her weapon once, the faint glow of the etched runes flaring in response to the power surging through her veins.

"I do hope it struggles. I'd hate for this to be boring."

"Ah, there you are." The voice purred, approving. "Go on, darling. Show them why you are inevitable."

And with that, Serina moved.

Lightning-fast, unshackled, a force of nature made flesh.

And she would leave nothing behind.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Serina Calis

Slowly the Diarch moved his un-armed hand. Giving himself room from the noxious gas and giving himself a moment to determine the best course of action. If he could be protected he could lift the slab and free both combatants. Although he did really want to annihilate the monstrosity within the chamber.

"You sound impressed."

It must have been the urgency in his voice before that sparked her comment.

"I must admit, I was not expecting it. That with a Gemini droid were quite a surprise."

Serina giving a rich laugh at his words. At least it seemed they were getting more and more on the same page.

There was no more time to waste talking. With a full body swing Rellik threw his dagger at the closest droid. Smashing through its shielding and taking it down.

With a leap he flew to grab it back to continue fighting against the droids. A lightly audible.

"Oh, Serina. You always know what I like."

Rellik pausing for a moment in his assault wondering if he heard his own name and was simply thinking of her as she spoke or if he actually heard her speak to herself that way. Maybe just energizing herself before attacking? Overall there was not much time to think.

As the Diarch approached the Gemini/Rakatan mix he was met with a pulsating energy wave. As he looked to the floor he realized the large tubes coming from the other pods were blinking with flowing energy being sent to the monster in the center.

Gemini: "You will never be able to touch me. I can nibble on the energy here for as long as I need until you succumb to the gas and join my food."

"Do you think it knows?"
"That it has already lost?"

Thinking on that Serina had not moved and was easily breathing normally he realized what she meant. She was different, able to withstand the toxins and had understood the machine.

The pods were feeding life force through the tubing to sustain and protect the Gemini. If we take them down, we will be able to pierce its heart.

Rellik rose, blocking blaster bolts with one hand and lifting his other to begin pulling one of the stasis pods to the ground. As he did though the toxins in the room began encroaching his lungs.

 

[Serina Calis]

Forge of Dominion.
Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Objective: Begin again.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Diarch Rellik

The Force is not my master. It is not my guide. It is mine to wield, to shape, to command. Those who hesitate, who kneel before destiny, who whisper of balance—they are already lost. I will not endure. I will conquer. I will forge myself into something greater, and when I am done, the galaxy will not remember the Jedi. It will not remember the Sith. It will remember me.
​

Serina watched as Rellik moved through the battle, his form a blur of calculated destruction. The dagger flew true, piercing the shielding of a droid like a predator sinking its teeth into flesh. He was ruthless, efficient—a man who reveled in the fight.

But she also saw the shift—the subtle hesitation, the flicker of uncertainty in his stance, the way his breath hitched as the gas tightened its grip.

Serina smirked.

"Oh, darling," she purred under her breath, her tone soaked in honey and venom, amusement and inevitability. "You're breathing far too much for someone who's supposed to be unbreakable."

She didn't rush to his aid. Not yet.

She wanted to see it—the moment the realization sank in.

He was strong, yes. A warrior, a tactician, a survivor. But here, in this wretched, rotting place, he was mortal. Fallible.

And she was not.

"Ah, you do love a good power dynamic, don't you?"

The voice coiled through her mind like a whisper of silk, dark and teasing, wrapped in the same dark delight she felt when watching him begin to falter.

"He needs me," Serina murmured to herself, running a gloved hand along the haft of Ebon Requiem as she slowly stepped forward.

"Of course he does. He just hasn't admitted it yet."

Serina turned her gaze toward the abomination before them, the twisted hybrid of Rakatan flesh and Gemini steel. The creature sat upon its metal throne of stolen life, mocking them as its stolen energy fed the pulsing veins of its machine-woven body.

"You will never be able to touch me," it sneered. "I can nibble on the energy here for as long as I need until you succumb to the gas and join my food."

Serina laughed.

Not because it was wrong.

Because it was right.

It saw Rellik—a strong, deadly thing—and knew it could wait him out.

But it did not see her.

Or rather—it saw, but did not understand.

"Oh, Diarch," she sighed, eyes glittering as she rolled her shoulders, adjusting the grip on her weapon. "You're so very desperate to live, aren't you?"

A pause.

A heartbeat.

A pulse of power.

Then—she moved.

Fast. Faster than the eye could track, faster than even the droids could adjust their targeting systems.

Ebon Requiem came alive in her hands, spinning through the air in an arc of midnight and fire, the glowing etchings along its obsidian blade flaring as she cut through the closest pod in one fluid motion.

The life-tubes snapped like dying veins.

The energy flickered.

Serina grinned.

"Rellik, dear," she purred, swaying past the collapsing pod as if it were nothing more than a curtain of smoke. "Do try to keep up, won't you?"

She breathed deep—because she could.

And then she cut again.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Serina Calis

Rellik was ripping one of the pods off its indented bolts within the wall as he heard Serina speak. His form torn between keeping himself safe and finishing the work needed to kill the Gemini. His breathing had become labored as he focused on not losing consciousness.

"You're breathing far too much for someone who's supposed to be unbreakable."

His pride swelled as he dragged the first pillar with a drained life inside to the floor. Yet as the cloud of dust from the collapsing pod filled the room, more of the gas was kicked up and filled his lungs.

Rellik had to take a knee upon the floor of the cold chamber. Putting one hand near his chest he used the force to feel for the toxins in his body. Separating them from his system and pushing them back out with each breath. Keeping his immediate area clear of more toxin with focus alone, he still blocked blaster bolts coming in from the droids within the chamber with his other hand and saber.

"You're so very desperate to live, aren't you?"

Serina was watching him. Stalking his behavior and determining whether she should help him live or die. The Diarch himself giving a disheveled and worked look towards her direction as she spoke. Her hands maneuvered over her halberd in a sultry display of power and grace. The time had come to see her power against more than simple droids.

Than she moved. A bolt of energy among the encroaching chaos of the trap and combat that ensued.

In a flash of light that streaked from her obsidian blade she cut through the closest pod to her in the chamber. Leaving two remaining ones for them to cut through before they could kill the Rakatan.

A smile of a conqueror filled her face as she gleamed towards the Diarch.

"Rellik, dear,"
"Do try to keep up, won't you?"

He would punch the structures floor beneath him after her words. Remembering his place among the galaxy at large.

The Diarch was a living thing, that is what kept him and his brother in the same class as those under their command.

The pressure of their dream. Was what kept them alive. Not any godlike power nor the Beast

Their father was lost and his vision was all that remained. The peoples who had joined them on many planets had devoted their lives to them, sacrificing all of their precious things for them. Giving everything to the dominion of one man split into two.

"Why do we all commit to affairs that could result in our death."

The weathered and exasperated Diarch rose from his kneeling stance as he spoke. His head tilted towards the floor. Giving his face a reflective glow from his blade as it illuminated him in the now golden fumes of the toxin.

"We spoke before of the price of power. The price of power is not one person. It is all who were effected and continue to be. Myself, my brother, my father. We draw from our citizens, our friends, allies and family. Their drive to pursue our dream is what gives us strength."

Rellik gave her a soft smile. His face was full of pain and suffering from the toxin filling his body. Yet he rose, and he began walking forward. Towards the Gemini and Rakatan weld.

VRRRRM VRRRRM

"For the Diarchy is not solitude. It is the culmination of us all, together - fighting against the very whills of the force. Against the gods abusing us all. Every time we fail we are stepping in disgrace upon the graves that built the road to our kingdom. - You Serina, are not something to be guided, or to be drawn towards their fate. You are something that moves outside of it and finds its own way."

VRRRRM VRRRRM

The blasts of energy still reverberated throughout the room, and even so; the Diarch advanced towards it. Although he could withstand its force, it was still an abrasion upon his flesh. Slowly stripping the meat from his bones.

"I see futures in you as I said. Futures that are not bound to the whill of the force. Dreams that are bound to change the foundation of this galaxy as we know it."

He gave a soft laugh as a dark aura clouded him. The skin on Relliks body was looking as if it was about to be peeled from his body as he pushed through the waves of energy. You could see the veins and muscles underneath his skin scream to be freed from the casing that protected them. He was on the verge of giving way and breaking down piece by piece with each expulsion from the machine.

"To truly be a equal of mine, you must defy everything and find your own dream. Defy the whill of the force, defy all who stood against you, be damned; defy me and choose for yourself who to be. Than I will look you in the eyes and see my equal."

Before reaching the pinnacle and giving his attack he would look back towards Serina. His eyes burning with rage, ambition and something else that could not be described as anything else but the spirit of something unknown.

Raising his saber he would attempt to swing down on the amalgamation to sever its ties to the living. Cleansing this temple of its cursed presence. As he did though the Gemini portion of the body finally arose and gripped its hand on Relliks wrist and stopped his attack.

Gemini: "Emergency protocols engaged. End all life besides the masters."

 

[Serina Calis]

Forge of Dominion.
Location: Dantooine, Old Rakatan Forge.
Objective: Begin again.
Allies: ???
Opposing Force: ???
Tags: Diarch Rellik

The Force is not my master. It is not my guide. It is mine to wield, to shape, to command. Those who hesitate, who kneel before destiny, who whisper of balance—they are already lost. I will not endure. I will conquer. I will forge myself into something greater, and when I am done, the galaxy will not remember the Jedi. It will not remember the Sith. It will remember me.
​

Serina watched as Rellik struggled, suffered, and endured.

His words were righteous, laced with the weight of the Diarchy, with the burden of legacy—and yet, it was the sight of him bleeding, burning, breaking apart that truly delighted her.

Oh, how beautiful he looked, wreathed in pain and defiance, his skin peeling from his bones, his veins screaming against the assault of power. A man who refused to kneel, who dared to challenge the force of gods, who marched forward even as his flesh betrayed him.

"Ahhh, there it is."

Her future self purred, wrapping around her thoughts like a serpent coiling around prey.

"The point at which men either rise… or shatter."

Serina chuckled, spinning Ebon Requiem in her grasp with a slow, almost languid grace. She savored this moment—the moment where all things converged, where Rellik stood on the precipice of either triumph or obliteration.

"To truly be a equal of mine, you must defy everything and find your own dream. Defy the whill of the force, defy all who stood against you, be damned; defy me and choose for yourself who to be. Than I will look you in the eyes and see my equal."

Her smirk curled ever so slightly.

"Oh, Rellik, my dear," she purred, swaying closer as the battle raged. "You act as though I have ever done anything else."

The Whill of the Force?

It had never been hers to follow.

The Jedi, the Sith, the would-be rulers of fate—all of them were prisoners. Shackled by codes, by dogma, by expectation. Even the Diarchy, in all its rebellion, in all its war against fate, still held its chains.

But Serina?

She was the abyss.

And the abyss does not obey.

Her cold, brilliant gaze swept to the Gemini as it gripped Rellik's wrist, stopping his final strike. Its glowing crimson optics flared as it activated its final command.

"Emergency protocols engaged. End all life besides the masters."

The droids surged forward. The gas thickened. The pulsing energy roared.

And Serina laughed.

"Oh, they think they can kill us."

Her future self whispered in delight, exulting in the arrogance of it.

"How adorably naïve."

The moment the first droid lunged for her, she moved.

Fast.

Ebon Requiem sang.

The first strike ripped through the machine's plating, cutting deep into its core. The second was a flawless, merciless flourish, the curved hook snagging another by the throat and wrenching it forward, exposing its joints for the killing blow.

Serina did not stop.

She was a specter of motion, her form twisting, flowing, weaving through the battle like a thing untouchable.

And with every arc of her halberd, with every echo of metal against metal, she spoke.

"You misunderstand something, Rellik."

Another strike. Another death.

"You fight against the gods."

A dodge. A twist. A brutal, slicing arc.

"You fight against the Whills."

A flicker of speed, a blur of motion, a spear through the heart of another droid.

"You fight for the Diarchy."

She pivoted, finally stopping at Rellik's side, her weapon slick with machine fluids, her presence radiating dominance.

And then, with a slow, deliberate smile, she leaned in.

"I fight for me."

She let the words settle, let them seep into the air, into his burning lungs, into the very fabric of this moment.

And then, she turned her gaze to the Gemini.

"You are a thing of the past," she told it coolly, confidently. "A broken god clinging to the last vestiges of your own decay."

Her fingers tightened around her weapon.

"Let me show you why you should have stayed dead."

And then, with a final, lethal flourish, she lunged.

 

[Diarch Rellik]

Tags: Serina Calis

Rellik eyes locked into the Gemini's. The sharp sand yellow/gold of the Diarchs meeting the red glow of the machines. The other hand of the droid came up to attack his neck and Rellik met it with his off hand. Stopping his ability to stop the now increased influx of gas from reaching his lungs. Now the two in a battle of dominating strength as they were tangled in the initial throws of a wrestling match.

The grip of the Gemini was cold. For the power surging through it and the battle raging within the chamber, its touch was as frozen and dust filled as the rest of the Rakatan tomb they were battling within.

Forgotten, Damned, and dead machine. - The thoughts filling his mind as his eyes searched for anything in hers. The Gemini were known for being advanced AI, yet this one was fully dominated it seemed. A shame he would not be able to recover much from it once he was done.

The time was now to surge his power and crush this abomination beneath his overbearing control of the force. To annihilate it according to his whillpower.

Rellik and the Gemini would go back and forth crushing the lifted throne beneath them. Stomping the altar into the ground with each exchange of power.

As the two tangled in a flex of muscles, gears and the force - Rellik could hear Serina.

He listened to her, explaining that he misunderstood her. Of what he fought for - what pushed him to new heights, and how Serina fought for herself.

Underneath the commotion and strain he could still smile.

Now - he knew her. Throughout the day he had prodded, poked and worked his way into her mind. As much as she would let him. He doubted he would be able to use the force to look into her without retaliation. With enough effort, honesty and strength he had gotten her to at least explain who she was. She was his Equal and it did not surprise him at all that for her to be outside the control of the Whills - she would be so unique, powerful and fascinating.

"Let me show you why you should have stayed dead."

He could feel it. The sheer power of Serina coming in for the kill. Still intertwined with the machine he knew his time was now to ensure any vital points were laid bare for her strike. Using one last push of power he collapsed the Geminis frame so the two had several feet between them, both lurched over in strong stances. Feet wide, shoulders spread and all of their strength put into the focal point of their hands.

Leaving Serina to finish the battle... and for Rellik to decide how these two new Nexus's of the force made human would leave this place without killing each other.