Evigilatio.

[Irridia Solensis]

...I should get used to being discarded. Really not sure why it surprises me anymore. It shouldn’t. It’s been what, five years now? Since I left Corellia for the first time? That’s when it all started...

The stylus paused and she dragged in a deep, ragged breath, dark eyes unfocused. Mercifully, the passengers in the seat to her left were both asleep and ignorant of her emotional state. Well, the lack of one, really. Irri didn’t have any energy left to be emotional with, and trying to churn anything up would just assault her already raw senses.

She could savor the pain it would cause, wallow in it as she had been, letting it fuel her still-meager, untrained powers. But a ship sliding effortlessly through hyperspace was perhaps the wrong place to let go and feel. Best to wait until she’d arrived at her destination first.

Ziost.

One of the abandoned outposts in the mountains ought to be the perfect spot. Wouldn’t matter what she destroyed then.

Irridia yawned and finally focused back on the screen of her datapad. It blinked invitingly, waiting for her to finish the entry and file it away. There was little else of consequence to add, and nothing of substance in her words worth keeping. A flick of her stylus along the edge of the screen saw the pathetic words wiped out of existence.

A faint smile curled her lips as silver-tipped fingers put the datapad away and stroked through her curls. Tired as she was, Irri knew she sounded awful and was thankful there was no one who could pry into her thoughts aboard the transport. With any luck, this sojourn to Ziost would be both difficult and illuminating.

Lost in thought as she was, she barely noticed as the ship reverted to real space some time later and began its approach to the planet itself. The energy inherent in the planet enveloped her in its embrace, casting a comforting shadow across her senses in the time it took for the ship to break atmosphere and lazily descend towards the spaceport . As if in a haze, the young woman gathered her bag and wound her way through the crowd exiting the ship, not allowing herself time to think.

Simply accepting the guidance of the Force which had guided her here to begin with.

Something was meant to happen. Something critical stirred within the darkness she harbored.

Irridia paused only to acquire the landspeeder she’d arranged for, tossing her bag in the back and speeding off. Away from the heights of civilization and into the wilds of the planet that beckoned with a dark intent she could taste.

| [member="Darth Carach"] |​

 

[Jairus Starvald]

[member="Irridia Solensis"]

In the years of yore Ziost had been one of the Core worlds in the Sith Dominion, when Korriban had been deemed lost they had created a second Korriban, a planet not of sands and screeching forsaken souls, but a world filled with lush forests and rolling hills.
But the Darkside corrupts as it always does and not soon before long the once magnificent tides of grass and seas turned black and crimson, in a metaphorical sense of course. The welcoming forests turned dark and a man wandering there would soon find himself lost, lost within his mind and lost within his soul.

Even now, as Carach’s footstep marred the grizzled dirt of the world he could feel the subtle ebb and flow of an agonizing current flowing deep around the core of the planet. Even centuries later with the Sith long gone and forgetful of their relics left behind, the planet hummed with power, it remembered and reminded those who were attentive enough to really listen.

The Voice of the Dark Lord had long since decided that he needed a world of his own, a planet where he would build a stronghold for himself and the men and women that had pledged themselves to his banner. Many worlds had he traveled through himself and through Ovmar, but it was Ziost that finally awakened that particular sense of wonder and curiosity.

A few pockets of civilization decorated the planet, places where settlers tried to build a new life in the wilds, even as they struggled this place would warp them. Turn them into a mockery of what they once were and such was the way of the Darkside, those not strong enough to resist its deepest wiles would be lost forever.

Carach kept walking through the wilds, his purpose clear, a certain magnetism pulling at him to walk and walk. To where? He did not yet know, but it would be all made apparent soon enough, or so he thought. There was no awareness made plain, he did not know someone was coming his direction - so enthralled he was with the intensity of the hum.