Fourth World

[Seras Goto]

[member="Darth Venefica"]

The Black Rose was gone... or at least broken, what had started as a way to empower the females of the One Sith had evolved with numerous things into them wanting to be away from them and isolated. Though that didn't do much as the Galactic Alliances and the mistakes of their people came to roost. It served to give Seras a few ideas of how to better operate before she had mostly disappeared. She had an apprentice who roamed around with her but for the most part they were here, in the furthest reaches of the outer rim where the lizards had been harvesting beings.

This far out they could regroup, regrow themselves into something far superior compared to how they used to be, rebuild the black rose as it was meant to be. With Venefica's dream of the darkside while she remained there prepared for any number of things. She had set the ship to head this far out and find for them a world where they could bring the last remnants and call back those who wished to come. The darkside was going to be their ally instead of trying to appeal to everyone and gaining none... She was also looking to not have the same traps as many darksiders.

Her and Venefica for the most part didn't like pretending to be other things. They were dark, twisted and evil... why pretend to be good and then get insulted when someone called them a sith. it made no sense and served little purpose to them as she crossed her arms over her chest and stood in the bodyarmored life preservation suit. Its mechanical breathing coming out while small displays were there to read out all of her suits needs. The feeling of it when she turned around with the small cape and cloak leading to her hood around her neck left her pale face still exposed while she went to look at the maps and find Venefica.

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Her beloved Black Rose had been broken, but the word broken translated to her as a chance to repair and eliminate the issues that had caused the minor fracture; which was why she had returned from her self imposed exile. The galaxy, and those that worshiped the Lightside or betrayed her over childish drama filled squabbles, needed to be punished, butchered, and forced to bend a knee and hope the Sith Lady would grant a small measure of mercy; but she held little in the ways of mercy then, and now, after months of isolation feeling like a failure; she abolished all emotions replacing it with coldness and darkness. She was, and will always be, a killer. And after every thing she had been through up to this moment, where she stood on the deck of one of the Black Rose's warships, she aimed to kill the galaxy; one soul at a time. Or perhaps in a mass genocide plot, because there was nothing sweeter to watch such an event unfold.​

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The lessons had been presented to her, and she read through them all, soaking up the knowledge of what she done wrong and what she had done right. She had never been a fool, despite what her mistakes might claim, and she knew well enough, more than anyone, that the time for the Black Rose to return was not right. They needed to rebuild, find worthy associates, and redesign who they were as a collective. However, this didn't mean that the wounds couldn't begin to heal, the scars giving time to fade into the skin leaving just a passing memory of how they became. Plus it could give those that once aligned themselves with the Black Rose to decide where they wanted to stand, whilst those that had elected to betray them could find suitable accommodations for which they could hide; because for those that had betrayed her, and she took that personally, there was only one path for them, suitable test subjects for which she could carve her knowledge all throughout their broken bodies.​

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Dropping out of hyperspace, the warship slowly made two revolutions around the planet, ensuring that this meeting would go unnoticed by prying eyes who possess loose lips. Secrecy, which had been the backbone of the Black Rose, was more than called for, it was a necessity in which the two Sith Lords, dark lovers yearning to see one another again, could begin to work together once more. Satisfied with the results, the Necro-Witch marched to the warship's bay, where her personal transport, along with a small squad of Sisterhood Troops, awaited her arrival. For the first time in months, she began to feel a sense of excitement and a sense of belonging. The galaxy, and all it's usurpers, would never understand what this first meeting between these two women meant; but she did. The beginning of a new era, a new threat, and more importantly; a new Dark Times.​

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With her robe emitting black wisps of smoke, she left the confines of the shuttle as she was guided to the location of her love; basking in the strength, the madness, and the twisted sensations her heart's desire was broadcasting. It was a good day to be a Sith.​

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[member="Seras Goto"]​

 

[Seras Goto]

[member="Darth Venefica"]

The world itself, down below was twisted and strange, smaller then others she had seen but it was still large compared. Sitting in its own orbit with another planet and both seemed to be screaming for control almost. In many ways it reminded her of Dxun and a few fo the other worlds they had encountered. Where the moon sustained life and got close enough to share its atmosphere with the world so the flying creatures could bridge the gap. It was a strange thing still though when the sith doctor stood up seeing the warship approaching. The coordinates had been given to only one other being and now she could see it circling the planets to get into a good position. One of the worlds was dark and seemed almost to flaunt its seas of fire that she could see spewing flames up from the surface like solar flares. While the other seemed to be lush and beautiful but at the same time barren of life. Seras was walking to a shuttle to go and meet with venefica one of the last and unquestioningly most important member of the black rose they could still have around. her desires while in the mechanical suit still there but she also wanted to see worlds afire with the bioweapons they had developed. "It has been a long time, I am feeling something akin to a warmth spreading through my heart at being with you again."

 

[Via Dolorosa]

Exiting the shuttle, the Dark Lady strolled over to the approaching woman, the object of her dark desire. A portion of her cannabalistic guards, the Corpse-Eaters, began to filter out of the shuttle, prompting her to halt and spin around to face them. Each member of her beloved eaters of the flesh were loyal to her, but in this setting, even their loyalty was frail in comparison to Sera. With a cold stare and tight lips directed at them, they understood at once they would not be needed; so they headed back into the shuttle.​

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"It has been some time since I've embraced you," Darth Venefica said grabbing Sera tight and drawing her to her own body. The mechanical suit her love wore robbed the Dark Lady of much needed flesh, and with a slight frown, she said, "I've always hated this suit."​

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"Now, my love, what wicked and evil plans have you been cooking up in that haunting....yet beautiful mind of yours?"​

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[member="Seras Goto"]​

 

[Seras Goto]

[member="Darth Venefica"]

Her breathing was mechanical but she caught a breath looking at the pale woman with her creatures. It intrigued her the idea of alchemy, it was something that she wondered about when it came to the abilities of the force. Compared to many she didn't use as many fields of the force but she was highly specialized as one of the lords that experimented on others. THe small grin was on her face under the mask when she moved forward to look at venefica as she spoke. "It has been to long but it has not been in vain after everything that has happened it may have been for the best. To allow the Black Rose to regroup away from the prying eyes of others and gave me a chance to review on our old station." She said it while moving there. The station they had constructed with the others at the formation of the black rose was not something many knew about or remembered. in fact most seemed to ignore it which meant that it along with everything else it offered was still there. From scout ships of the edge of the galaxy. "The scout probes found something out here, buried deep at the edge of space and it could prove somewhere to rebuild away from the view of the galaxy until we are ready." The Fourth world was much more then that it was actually fairly strange and large with one of the moons being near the same size and orbiting the world that was twisted and like an exposed wound had lakes of molten rock, metal and she imagined many other things.