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Daughter of the Chaos Queen

In the weeks following her mothers death Calina was struggling to find her feet. While business was not an issue, realising who she truly was....who she could truly be without her Anaya's oppression had left the girl at a loss. Because she was that, a girl, a child who'd been in the world for no more than eleven years and those years had been nothing but miserable. Of course, she didn't appear as such, a girl nearing her twenties, thank you very much cloning technology. She didn't act like one either, she learned the hard way what results childish behaviour yielded and she'd learned it from the man she was heading to meet.

Not that [member="Darth Carnifex"] called himself a man. On Panatha he was a God-King, here on Bastion the new capital of the Sith Empire he was the Dark Lord. The leader of the sith and the driving force behind the new regime. Powerful and dangerous. A force to be reckoned with, and one perhaps, that should not be allowed to live. But he'd shown time and time again that he wasn't going to die, no matter how many times they tried to kill him.

Calina had never liked him, but she respected him and learned a great deal of self control in the short time she trained under him and that self control had been the key to her survival through all of this. She arrived at the palace ahead of schedule, with two goals in her mind. To inform him about Anaya, as much as they had despised each other, they had had a history. The second goal, would either please him or terrify him. Anaya had a treacherous past in the history of the Sith Empire, so what would her daughter be like?
 
Storms raged heavily on Bastion, a torrential downpour that blanketed the capital of Ravelin in heavy fog and blinding sheets of rain.

Most of the city's occupants huddled indoors for warmth and safety, with only the boldest or the idiotic daring to venture out into the storm. Organic patrols had been pulled back and in their place automatons and enclosed vehicles patrolled the streets, keeping an ever present eye out for anything suspicious.

The Palace of the Dark Lord seemed to bask in the stormy gloom, its edifices illuminated by phosphorescent panels that cut through the darkness like a radiant beacon. Even with the downpour, a steady stream of ships could still be seen moving to and from the palace's various hangar openings. One of these hangars would accept [member="Calina Ovmar"]'s ship, guiding her to land as a small retinue of guards and officials emerged from deeper in the palace to welcome and guide her to the Dark Lord she wished to meet with.

Beyond the hangar the palace followed standard Imperial architectural designs, with cold lifeless gray steel walls illuminated by white and red electroluminescence strips and towering Sentinels guarding nearly every closed doorway. None of her escorts offered her any conversation save for the initial greeting, and were solemn the entire trip until they at last reached a pair of wide double doors that retracted into the walls to reveal a surprisingly small audience chamber beyond.

And in that chamber stood Darth Carnifex, Dark Lord of the Sith, who regarded Calina with a bemused expression. "I didn't expect you to knock on my door again, Calina. What brings you to my domain?"
 
Calina found her eyes drawn to the storm beyond the windows of the palace, more than she was to her escort or the sentinals that stood rigid at every entrance. Kaine's regimental control over his palace was little different to that of the one on Panatha and as such it didn't intrigue her. The storm however, was raw and powerful and drew her curiosity. It was said that there was a way to control and harness such power and her mind wondered along that path before they turned into a small audience chamber.

She snapped her attention back to the matter at hand. She offered a small but respectful bow, waiting for the guard escort to file back out and close the door behind them before she replied. "Nor did I. In fact I had believed that given the option I would make sure I would never have to clap eyes on you again and yet," she spread her hands and shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips, "here I am."

She stepped forward, a little closer to the man that repulsed her. Even now she could smell the death on him, but she was wise enough to keep it from her face. "Anaya Fen is dead."

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
 
The Dark Lord's eyebrows knit in thought as he reflected on what he had just been told, the air still and silent.

Finally after a minute of emptiness he responded, "I had felt a tremor in the Force recently, but I did not know what had caused it." His mouth curled down in a frown, "Now I do, and I have you to thank for it. I had once loved your mother, but that love has been dead for a very, very long time."

They had been lovers during the early days of the Old Sith Empire, he the Grand Vizier to Emperor Moridin and her the Emperor's apprentice. They had been attracted to one another, and had engaged in more than one midnight rendezvous. That had all changed during the OMNI Crisis when he had been rendered a puppet of the A.I. OMNI, brought to his weakest point in front of his 'beloved'. She had decided then and there that he was a weakness that she could not abide, and she attempted to take his life.

She failed.

And the hatred born from that betrayal had burned bright in his heart ever since, but now that flame had been snuffed one in out fell swoop. Only to be replaced by a new flame, one of grief, remorse, and a bitter sensation of loss. "I will take this revelation and fan its flames to incite my anger, and in time I will use its fury to smite my enemies into nothing. From her death I will find new strength."

[member="Calina Ovmar"]
 
It took a great deal of effort for Calina not to roll her eyes at the Dark Lord's words. Whatever respect Anaya had earned from him in the days of the old Empire, she had never earned from Calina. Calina had known her at her worst and suffered because of that. There was no sorrow in her heart for her death, only disappointment and anger that it had not been at her hand.

"I'm glad one of us can use her death to our advantage." she replied, a touch of bitterness seeping into her tone. She swept past him and moved to stand at the window, clasping her hands at the small of her back and watching the storm, carefully calculating her next words. This moment would define everything for Calina, it would set her on a path that would earn her few allies and make a great deal of enemies. But then she'd never had much in the way of friends, so in truth it was no different from her everyday life.

"That's not the only reason I came." she said softly, turning her back to the window to meet his golden gaze. "I am lost. My only purpose was to destroy her and that opportunity was taken from me. I've no where to go, save to the last man to teach me something of worth." Ice blue eyes never wavered from his face, "A Master, who still has a great deal to teach. I'm at your mercy, my Lord."

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
 
"The pursuit of one's destruction is a cause that I have held close to my heart."

Vengeance was an often called on excuse to justify his actions, though much greater causes of late had driven him to action. The Empire, his Empire, was growing at an exorbitant rate. Whole star systems found themselves annexed into the Empire, some through the power of the pen but many others through the power of the sword. It had been many, many years since Zambrano had been at the helm of such a monstrous juggernaut, and he took to his position as leader with vigor and unyielding tenacity.

Those who bent the knee were spared, and those who took up arms against his people were annihilated.

"But perhaps by my hand you will find new purpose, Calina. When you left me your training had been incomplete, but I will show you the path of the Sith. You need only bow."

[member="Calina Ovmar"]
 
Calina was reminded of a memory, stumbling onto the bridge of the Femme Fatale, sand sticking to the sweat of her face. She'd fallen at her mothers feet, broken and defeated and swore never again to disobey. Sworn to be hers to command after eight long years of resisting her she had broken. She sucked in a breath and pushed the memory aside. She was not broken. This was what she had come to do.

She lowered herself to one knee and bowed her head, a smile playing at her lips that he would not see.

"I am yours to command, Master."

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
 
"Very well, then rise."

The Dark Lord truly didn't have any need for kneeling sycophants, but Calina had to be willing to show some subservience to her master. He didn't trust her in the slightest, she was the offspring of Anaya Fen and was presumably as slippery as that she-witch had been. He'd keep a close eye on her, but he would still teach her as he would any other apprentice of his.

She had impressed him all those years ago when Anaya had first dumped her off at his door, and he had no doubt that she'd be just as eager to learn as she had been then.

"I will have a room prepared for you in the palace, you may decorate it how you please."

[member="Calina Ovmar"]
 
Calina rose, a familiar eagerness glinting in her eyes. Eager to learn, eager to please because if she did not please him then she would not learn all she needed. She knew what her mother had been in the Empire, a treacherous whore who drove knifes into the backs of all her friends. Such is the way of the sith, she would tell Calina. No mother, such is the way of you. Calina was not Anaya and she would need to prove that in order to earn his trust. It would take time, but time was something she had in abundance.

She was not thrilled with the idea of being under Kaine's roof again, but it was a sacrifice she would have to make. She would have the HRD's bring her belongings from her ship. "Thank you, Master." she bowed her head again. "Am I free to come and go as I please?" She still had two business to run, if she was not free to move then she would need to set up links with them from her quarters. This was less about decorating and more about what she needed at her finger tips.

[member="Darth Carnifex"]
 
"Yes, you may come and go as you please."

It was imperative that Calina be given the ability to move freely, simulating the illusion of freedom of choice. Besides, keeping an apprentice wholly contained was counterproductive to their development, for like any budding child they desired social interaction with others of their age and stature. He doubted that Calina necessitated such things, but if she was anything like her mother the Dark Lord had no doubt that she was already quite the prolific socialite.

"But when I call you will obey." His word was ultimately law, and what he commanded of her was to be carried out at all haste without a hint of hesitation or reluctance. She had learned the price of defiance during her previous tenure under his roof, and he hoped that those lessons had not been forgotten so easily.

But he was always happy to re-teach.

[member="Calina Ovmar"]
 
"Naturally." Calina replied with a slight smile. Anaya may have been a socialite, but Calina was not. Where her mother would have leaped at the chance to through herself in the middle of a social gathering and claim centre of attention, Calina was far more content to hover at the edges observing or if possible avoid it all together. Years of abuse had made her untrusting of most, if not all those that she crossed paths with, particularly sith. Friends were non existent, all thanks to Anaya.

She had learned the hard way not to disobey [member="Darth Carnifex"], so when he called her she would come, no matter what. The more obedient she was, the more he would learn to trust her. She made a mental note to stay close to his side in the coming months, to glean whatever she could, when he was not directly teaching her.
 

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