Private Father Figure

[Spasa]

Tags: Darth Metus​

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It had been years since the Ashla, Goddess of the Empyrean, and the Fanged God of Darkness had battled over the worship focus of Pomstychtivé during one of her many recurring ventures into the Netherworld. Her soul had fallen victim of becoming torn in two, resulting in two living entities, each fashioned towards the ways of magick of the opposing gods who fought over her possession. They were satisfied.

The notorious Nightsister whose mind and soul warped towards greater evil, trapped her light aligned twin soul in a hellish ethereal prison state, and swore that she might never be freed. Many years had passed unchanged, when this innocent would become sought out by Jax Thio , healed by the Ashla and set free in the physical realm, resulting in two separate and differing focussed living beings who share a singular past.

While Pom remained enraptured in her lifestyle with the Zambranos, Spasa is the chosen name of her redeemed twin. Spasa's physical form still resembles her youthful figure, as she was released from the Nether, in the very condition she entered many years ago.

The Jedi who freed her devoutly determined to assist her in her resulting torment. Liberating her distant mental connection to the assaulting Pomstychtivé took months of creative spell casting, for there was never any well known combatant magick against the Nightsisters' haughty Blood Trail spell which tied them. Were it not for the ingenious introspection of Jax Thio and her old friend Jairdain , Spasa likely would have been committed to an institution in the Galactic Alliance.

Anything magickal from her past tied these individual souls together, such as personal relics, amulets and tainted jewelry. Spasa learned to survive separating herself from such concepts of necessity. She began to come into her own magick as she once aspired to evolve. Unlike Pom who winningly plummeted into the Darkness of her surroundings, Spasa held onto her youthful personality, of one who lives by a moral code, but is not above doing what must be done, whenever it may be deemed necessary. She is not unapproachable as would be her evil twin, but chooses to uphold her familial ties which she formed across the galaxy.

Another major thing remained the same for her, that being travel by space vessel always creeped her out enough to send her into a panic attack for being out of control of her outcome. Spasa focussed to learn to travel the Nether and avoid future entrapment. She found the process completely different today, all because of the alteration of her alignment towards the Light.

When Holonet News reached her regarding the abolishment of the Confederacy of Independent Systems, naturally Spasa felt an immediate wave of concern for the wellbeing of her old Master, its longstanding leader. He had evolved into the only Father figure she had ever come to know in life. She hadn't seen Darth Metus in ages, but having spent many years trapped within the Nether, it was just yesterday in her mind that she was being called before him to explain her deliberate absence from her duty to him. Her sense of obligation to his physical labour was always poor, while her regard of him as a knowledgeable Master and educated Nightbrother did not tarnish. In fact, her true feelings regarding him were regarded in absolute secrecy, Spasa always felt a deep-seated jealousy when his attention was torn from her. She acted as would any emotionally distraught teenager, by rebelling.

Spasa knew that to return to him after all this time had passed while her notorious twin soul resides somewhere on the planet destroyer Malsheem, raising hell for the jedi, shall surely warrant a logical explanation which she often struggles to relay. Spasa set out to locate him, sending the spirits in search of Darth Metus. Soon enough one successfully returned to her. The planet Verun.



Deep in meditation, Spasa focussed her thoughts to follow the trail of the spirit as it led the way returning to the man she remembered. She latched onto him and his position in the galaxy. He feels changed. Uneventfully she vanished from the physical realm, allowing her being to wholly slip into the ethereal. Time had no baring here. She simply willed herself before his presence. Before him the air would suddenly chill, enough to produce ice crystals to form. Peace which abounded within the realm she existed would pour out into the room where she would pull aside the curtain between realms and step instantly into his presence.

Why hadn't he sent for her during her time away? She was always willing to assist him during times of duress such as these. She had to remind herself that perhaps he had called on Pom who refused him. Well, the last time she ever saw him...she remembers what happened just now. It wasn't that long ago for her, she had skipped away from him after she laid him out with an underhanded move.

'Oh, crap,' she thought.​

 

[Darth Metus]

Something had broken inside the Sith.

For decades now, Isley Verd had never lost his way. Never once doubted himself or the way forward. When he was laid low, it was almost easy to pick himself up again and resume the fight. Whether it was departing Mandalore for the last time, or his flight from the South a lifetime ago, the way forward was never once in question. But now? After his greatest triumphs evaporated before his very eyes? The way forward was far less concrete. Logic, for the first time in years, had been placed on the backburner.

And in its place? Emotion.

Passion. Wrath.

At a glance, the leader of the fallen Confederacy seemed no different. He led the remnant of his great nation to a distant world called Verun. He kept them alive - led them in their survival against the harsh elements and even harsher adversaries. But within? There was rage. There was animosity. There was a hurricane of fury just waiting for the right nudge to send him careening over. And once fallen over the edge, there would be no return.

Thus, he guarded himself. Walls had been erected around his soul. His apprentice, the frigid Srina Talon , knew of his struggle - only due to the Bond which flowed between them. She knew because his thoughts were an open book to her. But others? His comrades and friends? They were none the wiser. For heavy was the brow that wore the crown - and showing weakness now would be the doom of them all.

This was the man that She would find.

Isley stood within his Command Tent, palms flat upon his table. Before his gaze were datapads and papers alike. Maps. Reports. Ration Reports. All manner of troubles which each demanded his attention equally. Though the night was young, his efforts were far from over. But he would not be able to tend to them with undivided attention, for the Force howled within his quarters. The realms between were breached, causing the Sith's eyebrow to raise slightly. He became keenly aware of the lightsaber at his side and turned to face the intruder.

"Pom." he said.

When last they met, her rebellious nature had seen her strike his manhood. He allowed her to live then - and hadn't seen her since. No doubt word of his nation's fall reached her ears, as it had the entire Galaxy.

"This is...unexpected." His arms folded across his chest.

"Why have you come?" There was an accusatory edge in his voice. There were many battles that she could have fought alongside him. Many lessons he could have imparted. Many lives that her talents could have saved. But now, when all had nearly been lost, she chose to appear?

Inquiring minds wanted to know why.

Spasa​

 

[Spasa]

Tags: Darth Metus​

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Spasa's first instinct was to embrace him, just as he had always protected her in the past. His words caused her to blossoming emotion to recoil. To answer his question, she had been detained entirely against her will. All the while far too many events had passed as the Universe unfolded, but Spasa had no knowledge of most of them. She had been held suspended in Time for many, many years, while Pom roamed free to destroy every freedom the CIS stood for. By Darth Metus' reaction, Spasa suspected he may have followed accounts of Pom's deeds.

Spasa never would have believed the CIS could be brought low. It had ever been quite massive and had to suffer a far greater and much unexpected anomaly. Was it some experiment gone awry? Something that crawled out of the Netherworld? Something spawned by the Sith or sent to destroy them?

How could she explain to her old Master what she suffered that kept her away? She only just started to believe the truth herself. It was the Jedi who first discovered her entrapment and rescued her from her fate worse than death. They would not be the ones to take such a wild story to the public holonet for scholarly scrutiny. Details of the event was kept classified. Anything Spasa could say would surely sound bizarre to this great Warlock. Yet she could ask him in return, how it is that he, her own Master, had no idea of her existence apart from Pom?

Instead of voicing her legitimate excuse, she offered, "I am here now." Should he not be able to realize by looking at Spasa how much her alignment had shifted towards the Light? She could tell him to dispatch his inquisitors right now, that he would discover the Nightsister Pomstychtivé to reside securely within her dark abyss among the Zambranos. Had she ever lent her assistance? Certainly someday Spasa shall find herself compelled to relay her story, the day someone she loves shall find themselves face to face with the worst aspect of her nature which still lives on within Pomstychtivé. Even the knowing Jedi looked at her accusingly, regarding acts she personally had not committed, but which the one who lived on in hiding is guilty of having inflicted. To grasp and accept that her soul had been divided in two, requires more than conformation from the inquisitors. It requires the existence of a prior connection with one; yes?

Spasa slowly sat down in the chair opposite Darth Metus at his table. The sense of peace she learned to grasp onto after coming so close to losing her mind in her dark prison, she would have it permeating all, if only one should desire to sense its presence so near. She gazed at him with the same eyes of the young woman who was lured to personal discovery long ago, when not a wrinkle, nor single gray hair blemished her youthfulness, an age long before Pomstychtivé had sold her soul for galactic notoriety. Her old Master had aged a bit himself. She wished she had been free to join him, instead she felt the stinging accusations of her blatant guilt, learning that Pom had been absolutely useless and defiant to him.

"My journey apart has ended," she added. A few among the Jedi offered to continue to teach her to develop her skills in the Force, although she feared the backlash they might be forced to suffer because of it. Spasa could not entirely agree with their dogmatic beliefs…some neither in part. She did frustrate them more than bless them for their attempt to teach her, but in her defense she had been spiritually assaulted with Darkside forces until recently becoming magickally cured.

She wondered where she might fit in here, if anywhere anymore. "I should never have stayed away at the start. I'm alive today because I've been granted a second chance. Do I also have a second chance with you?" she asked. If he would only gaze back into her eyes, he might uncover her secret, the answer to his questions. She would permit him to delve into her thoughts for his solace, if he so desires.


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[Darth Metus]

The Sith withdrew to himself.

The Fortress of his own fury came with a hefty cost. Sound logic would have dictated to verify if the woman before him was even his long lost apprentice. When the Confederacy yet lived, there had been multiple attempts on his life. Multiple fools who used the faces of his loved ones in the hopes of getting close. They were thwarted because of Isley's diligence: because he felt the presence of those closest to him. But, in this moment on this day? He was an enigma even to himself. He simply took the sorceress at her word - recognized her face, her voice, and called it enough.

So it was that he did not feel the drastic change in aura. The Darkness was absent - the woman before the Sith had stepped closer to the Light. Isley's ignorance would persist for the time being. For now, his sulfuric gaze followed the woman as she settled into the seat across from him. Silence ruled the air between as his question lingered.

She did not prepare excuses. She did not attempt to soothe the sting of her absence. Instead, she took ownership - advised that she was there now and asked for a second chance. Isley's nostrils flared for a moment as he contemplated. His gaze never left her face. Over the course of his life, he had many students. Some grew strong enough to forge their own paths. Others intertwined their futures with his own. In the case of Pom, she did not explicitly betray her mentor. She branched out - journeyed and made her own choices.

But to the best of Isley's knowledge, her only crime was stepping away without his knowing. That was her choice to make. Being his apprentice was not slavery - and thus he would never dictate that one stayed at his side perpetually.

Beyond that...in their state, help was needed. As a leader, he would be monumentally foolish to turn away capable help - especially aide he personally cultivated. Thus, with a sigh, Isley relented.

"Of course you have a second chance." he began. "Just...don't up and leave like that again. I know our paths my diverge in the future but, at the very least, speak to me before you make your choice."

He motioned towards her with his dominant hand.

"Now then, catch me up. I've heard whispers, but nothing concrete. How was your journey?"

Spasa​

 

[Spasa]

Tags: Darth Metus
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The coldness she easily remembered. He was always there when it counted, until the end. She knew his work, his schedule, who his enemies were and why, but she would never truly know the man who stood in her life as a Father. She understood his direction, his drive, his wants, his lusts, but never the seed which bloomed his actual drive. Although she had glimpses into him from time to time, she was rarely often dealt any honest glimpse into the recesses of his soul. Sadly, that is just as she expects of fathers…fierce leadership, demanding perfection, harsh in their scolding, withholding their love, sparse on useful words of guidance.

To his request that she not leave again without word, she nodded respectively and verbally bid him her promise. She remembered that she could have contacted him at first and she knew it. There was a measure of dissatisfaction at the start, which did not help her to make the best choices. As the span of time increased between their divide, she felt more and more uncomfortable to make any such attempt. A new family had stepped in, but for only just a season before she no longer had any choice.

He had asked about her journey, and Spasa's mind reeled. Originally she had been physically snatched away by the Ashla whom she had studied to magickally undo. She was deposited upon Coruscant and immediately identified as a potential threat by the leader of the Ashlan Crusade, Cedric Grayson . If it had not been for her genuine curiosity, he would have been inclined to put her down. She would have had much difficulty defending herself amidst such powerful Lightside Forces,— this being the main reason she studied to oppose the Ashla.

So many of her own whispers she had fought to quiet. Spasa sighed lightly as she thought about what she should say. She really did not know how to answer him. Likely Darth Metus expected to hear stories about Pom's life, her children, the great many battles in which she had partook. He had not begun his own journey under any less questionable circumstances. Spasa had been briefed on Pom's history by Jax Thio, Pom's arch-nemesis. While Spasa can cite the events, she lacks all sense of personal connection, they not being her own. Her life experience involved being imprisoned in darkness. So much she cannot recall. Events are revealed by a sudden rush of physical or emotional sensations, flashes of images beyond her focus, fleeting thoughts or realizations she simply cannot mentally grasp in discernible detail. She stopped willing to recollect what she suffered, and psychologists fear the circumstances of when and where her mind might decide to open up and her memory return. If she is not mentally in a good place when it happens, Spasa might become lost forever.

She felt a flush of uneasiness, pressure to speak. "Considering practically every aspect, the doors along the path of my journey have closed,' she stated finally, hoping he would not question her further. In reality she speaks the truth, for it has been years since Spasa saw anyone from the Ashlan Crusade, and Jax Thio and Jairdain are her friends who have asked to see her again in the future. "Let me add that the person you knew as Pomstychtivé and I bare little resemblance today. I go by a new name, that being Spasa, if you will."

Hoping he would not press her further, she turned the focus on him. "And you, Master?"


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