Father's Daughter.

[Darth Ferus]

"She will be mine to handle. No one else."


Traitors of the Assassins had only one fate. Death. [member="Asajj"] was no different, to the rest of the Assassins. But to Ferox, her father, she was different. Undisciplined, trained by a traitor. None was her fault, technically. As such, he came to retrieve her. Alone on another ship the Sith sat, calmly crossing his arms over his chest. The planet he was going to wasn't clear, but he felt it. Her. His connection to his child was strong, enough that he could blindly follow to where she was.

Soon, he would find her. And he would bring her home.

 

[Asajj]

"It is time." The witch spoke gravely all of a sudden, placing her crooked hand over Asajj's to stop her practice. "He has come sooner than expected."
"Ferus?" Asajj gasped in question.
"He goes by a different name now," The hooded woman stood up and turned away. "This is your fight Asajj. Your path splits here. Just remember; a poison must enter the system to kill it's host."
"But... wait!" She reached out for the Witch only to find her no longer there. Instead it was just her sat in the rocky opening with the sense of impending darkness approaching.

Ferus was on Dathomir, but by a different name...

[member="Darth Ferox"]

 

[Darth Ferus]

A hiss sounded off as the door before Ferox opened. The thick air of Dathomir assaulted his nose, and it was an almost welcome scent. Of course, his daughter, a Dathomarian, would be here. The Zabrak would have smiled if he wasn't so unsure on how their reunion would go. Step by step the Sith went from the trader ship and into the wilds around him. All the while a hand rested upon the hilt of his blade. Oh yes, he was prepared for a fight.

Once deeper in the wilderness, Ferox finally spoke. His voice boomed, enhanced by the Force.

" [member="Asajj"] , come out. I've finally come to bring you home."