ANNAJ
[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Claxons and alerts from the forward computer alerted Grimoire that her transport was beginning its decent through the Annaj atmosphere. Leaning back into the pilot chair her dark robes fluttered over the red and black steel that made up her armor. The brown haired dark apprentice curled her lip at the sight of the world. Foggy, wet and swamp-like. She found it suffocating. Beside her a small disc like droid with grotesquely long slender spider like legs scuttled its way to her. The top of the disc glowed into a brilliant blue and through a blink of static parks projected a tall image of her master and mother. The female figure was draped under similar cloak and had skins tainted red. Her bright red eyes met that of Grimoire's. Grimoire rose from her seat and bent her knee at the ghostly image.
"Mother. I am descending to meet my new Master as we speak." Grimoire's voice was compliant but her voice stressed under the phrase 'new master'. She had much rather stay by her mother's side. So what if this person was an actual descendant, she loved the times they had beneath the dark lands of Aza'Zoth. Who was this 'descendant' compared to her mother. "Grimoire, although you are precious to me, I am also your master." the dark figure's tone was cruel and merciless. "This new master is also precious to me, she of my blood, she is my true descendant. You will treat her with the up most respect or my wrath will fall on your head." Grimoire grimaced, how dare she be put second best to some descendant that hasn't bothered to show her face in years. What did she possess? Was it just blood? Grimoire boiled with rage. But kept her expression mute, lest she incurred the sharp discipline of her mother and master. "It shall be done. My master." dejected Grimoire gave in. "Good." the image hissed and rattled in a sudden interruption of static. "Use this time to become far more powerful then I. Then your training will be complete. When that time comes I shall return to shower you with my faith and love, young one." Grimoire could feel a twisted passion erupt in her at the mention of 'love'. Mother's love was the darkest, but the most pure. It was fuel to her darkside fire, the flame of power that she held within her.
The transport landed, blasting into a fine mist the swamp earth of Annaj below. The image of the dark mother screeched and the faded. As it did an eerie goodbye slithered from the droid. "Remember, I am always watching- my daughter." Then nothing. Grimoire rose and departed the shuttle. She raised the hood on her cloak and wrapped herself up in its edges protecting herself form the howling winds that had sharpened the rain drops into tiny daggers.
I will not disappoint you mother, but I will also show you I am more powerful than THIS descendant that is to be my master. There is no room for more.
Grimoire soon arrived to an outpost command base, which she was told the New Master would arrived to escort her to the major capital of the planet. There the two would finally gain a moment to speak.
[member="Spencer Jacobs"]
Claxons and alerts from the forward computer alerted Grimoire that her transport was beginning its decent through the Annaj atmosphere. Leaning back into the pilot chair her dark robes fluttered over the red and black steel that made up her armor. The brown haired dark apprentice curled her lip at the sight of the world. Foggy, wet and swamp-like. She found it suffocating. Beside her a small disc like droid with grotesquely long slender spider like legs scuttled its way to her. The top of the disc glowed into a brilliant blue and through a blink of static parks projected a tall image of her master and mother. The female figure was draped under similar cloak and had skins tainted red. Her bright red eyes met that of Grimoire's. Grimoire rose from her seat and bent her knee at the ghostly image.
"Mother. I am descending to meet my new Master as we speak." Grimoire's voice was compliant but her voice stressed under the phrase 'new master'. She had much rather stay by her mother's side. So what if this person was an actual descendant, she loved the times they had beneath the dark lands of Aza'Zoth. Who was this 'descendant' compared to her mother. "Grimoire, although you are precious to me, I am also your master." the dark figure's tone was cruel and merciless. "This new master is also precious to me, she of my blood, she is my true descendant. You will treat her with the up most respect or my wrath will fall on your head." Grimoire grimaced, how dare she be put second best to some descendant that hasn't bothered to show her face in years. What did she possess? Was it just blood? Grimoire boiled with rage. But kept her expression mute, lest she incurred the sharp discipline of her mother and master. "It shall be done. My master." dejected Grimoire gave in. "Good." the image hissed and rattled in a sudden interruption of static. "Use this time to become far more powerful then I. Then your training will be complete. When that time comes I shall return to shower you with my faith and love, young one." Grimoire could feel a twisted passion erupt in her at the mention of 'love'. Mother's love was the darkest, but the most pure. It was fuel to her darkside fire, the flame of power that she held within her.
The transport landed, blasting into a fine mist the swamp earth of Annaj below. The image of the dark mother screeched and the faded. As it did an eerie goodbye slithered from the droid. "Remember, I am always watching- my daughter." Then nothing. Grimoire rose and departed the shuttle. She raised the hood on her cloak and wrapped herself up in its edges protecting herself form the howling winds that had sharpened the rain drops into tiny daggers.
I will not disappoint you mother, but I will also show you I am more powerful than THIS descendant that is to be my master. There is no room for more.
Grimoire soon arrived to an outpost command base, which she was told the New Master would arrived to escort her to the major capital of the planet. There the two would finally gain a moment to speak.