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Demonsgate. A planet on the edge of Known Space, filled with constant seismic disruptions, volcanic eruptions and fiery geysers, it reminded her of the Ashborn, the alchemical creature she had single-handedly subjugated, bent to her will... A weapon for the future, when aptly trained and controlled. After all, a shadow relied on subtleties, even if it meant her actions went unknown to begin with... The grand scheme of things, the future, was what mattered. When she would no longer be Saeldar the Sith Apprentice... But that had yet to come into fruition. Still, the steps she had thusfar taken were a considerable start. Seeds had been planted, and Saeldar was lucky enough to have been blessed with a considerably amount of patience.
At present she was still seeking ways to fully-aid Ashborns physical difficulties. Made almost entirely of ash and fire, only still retaining a humanoid form, he was extremely dangerous and volatile. A room could go up in flames without warning should his emotions so much as spike. She had taken personal precautions against this, the ship they used, the remote building she had housed him within, everything was protected against the heat... But Thyrian was not protected against himself, nor were any who came into contact with him, including Saeldar herself. Besides, she could not keep him cooped up forever. When his training was complete, when he was finally ready for use, he would encounter new problems. What would happen should he step foot on grassy, tree filled plains? A room that held traces of material aside from heat proof metal and stone?
Well, if the room she had first seen him kept in was anything to go by... It was certainly not pretty. As useful as his alterations would be in the future, it was also of no benefit for her to have him uncontrolled. Her studies into Sith Alchemy had led her down the Metallurgy train of thought. If she could create a heat-resistant suit of lightweight, flexible Alchemical armour, then perhaps he could be contained. He was more than a project, more than a weapon, in many respects, yet she could not pinpoint exactly what it was that demanded her to keep him around, something deep within her, locked away... It was embedded deep within her subconsciousness.
But for Saeldar to fully understand the process she would be undertaking, alongside Kaine, who was presently the driving force behind such studied, she had taken it upon herself to do further, personal studied, to make informed observations before she rushed into a decision. There could be better options out there, less taxing ones. And her search had brought her here, to Demonsgate. Yet it seemed as though she had chosen rather an opportune day to visit. Once every blue moon an arena was opened on the planet's surface, a way for men to pit against one another in Gladiatorial battles. Taking a small break from her investigations, the girl decided that she would attend the event, which would take up the best part of a week from start to finish.
Upon entering the Arena's spectator stands she heard tell of something... Disbelieving. There was rumour of a God who had entered the events... Well, maybe not a God, but from the sounds of it the powers he held were the equivalent of such, and already there was a significant cult-following waiting in the stands, hoping for a glimpse of the man. For Saeldar had no doubt in her mind that this was just a man, most likely an extremely strong Force-Sensitive. There was no such thing as Gods or Deities... Only men who liked to dominate others, to tell false tales and claim their will over another man's very soul. In many ways, that is what she had done to Thyrian. It was a matter of subjugation, but real or no this God had definitely piqued Saeldar's interest.
Thus she remained, watching as the latest corpse was dragged off, to the roar of a very pleased crowd. The Champion of the former match stood at the centre of the sandy, sunken pit which acted as the fighting-grounds, a broad grin upon his lips. There would be no rest for this man, she knew. He would be expected to turn and face the next man or woman who exited the gates. Like the rest of the crowd, the Apprentice was curious as to who would emerge...
@[member='Jacen Cavill']
At present she was still seeking ways to fully-aid Ashborns physical difficulties. Made almost entirely of ash and fire, only still retaining a humanoid form, he was extremely dangerous and volatile. A room could go up in flames without warning should his emotions so much as spike. She had taken personal precautions against this, the ship they used, the remote building she had housed him within, everything was protected against the heat... But Thyrian was not protected against himself, nor were any who came into contact with him, including Saeldar herself. Besides, she could not keep him cooped up forever. When his training was complete, when he was finally ready for use, he would encounter new problems. What would happen should he step foot on grassy, tree filled plains? A room that held traces of material aside from heat proof metal and stone?
Well, if the room she had first seen him kept in was anything to go by... It was certainly not pretty. As useful as his alterations would be in the future, it was also of no benefit for her to have him uncontrolled. Her studies into Sith Alchemy had led her down the Metallurgy train of thought. If she could create a heat-resistant suit of lightweight, flexible Alchemical armour, then perhaps he could be contained. He was more than a project, more than a weapon, in many respects, yet she could not pinpoint exactly what it was that demanded her to keep him around, something deep within her, locked away... It was embedded deep within her subconsciousness.
But for Saeldar to fully understand the process she would be undertaking, alongside Kaine, who was presently the driving force behind such studied, she had taken it upon herself to do further, personal studied, to make informed observations before she rushed into a decision. There could be better options out there, less taxing ones. And her search had brought her here, to Demonsgate. Yet it seemed as though she had chosen rather an opportune day to visit. Once every blue moon an arena was opened on the planet's surface, a way for men to pit against one another in Gladiatorial battles. Taking a small break from her investigations, the girl decided that she would attend the event, which would take up the best part of a week from start to finish.
Upon entering the Arena's spectator stands she heard tell of something... Disbelieving. There was rumour of a God who had entered the events... Well, maybe not a God, but from the sounds of it the powers he held were the equivalent of such, and already there was a significant cult-following waiting in the stands, hoping for a glimpse of the man. For Saeldar had no doubt in her mind that this was just a man, most likely an extremely strong Force-Sensitive. There was no such thing as Gods or Deities... Only men who liked to dominate others, to tell false tales and claim their will over another man's very soul. In many ways, that is what she had done to Thyrian. It was a matter of subjugation, but real or no this God had definitely piqued Saeldar's interest.
Thus she remained, watching as the latest corpse was dragged off, to the roar of a very pleased crowd. The Champion of the former match stood at the centre of the sandy, sunken pit which acted as the fighting-grounds, a broad grin upon his lips. There would be no rest for this man, she knew. He would be expected to turn and face the next man or woman who exited the gates. Like the rest of the crowd, the Apprentice was curious as to who would emerge...
@[member='Jacen Cavill']