Sinistra
Character
Sinistra had never paid a visit to Glee Anselm, but gazing on the tremendous academy located beneath the waves of the ocean world was an impressive sight to behold. Pyrrhus had created something grand and yet completely hidden from the galaxy. The perfect place to train the new classes of warriors and alchemists, inquisitors and sorcerers. She could could feel the pulse of the darkside within the halls. It was soothing and cold, like the dark heart of the sea.
Sinistra had been rerouted on her trip to Coruscant, and given a rather odd assignment. She was sent to greet an incoming class of acolytes and recruits to the One Sith. They came from all over the galaxy, seeking to join the One Sith, to hone their skills and their anger until both cut with the ferocity of a weapon. They were the future lords of the order, taking their first steps among the shadows of giants.
She could understand the reasoning on sending an active lord to speak to them, however she wondered if she were the right choice. She had been in the field as a spy for years, working her way up to a spymaster who could hold sway over trade and governments. She supposed in a way, she was a success story for the OSI bureau.
She waited for the new recruits to disembark from the submarine that would bring them to this nautical fortress. Her robes were crisp and black, accented with crimson and copper, matching the armor plates and mask she wore. Her gloved hands were swallowed by the voluminous sleeves of her cloak, the red lenses of her mask glinting from under the hood.
Sinistra had been rerouted on her trip to Coruscant, and given a rather odd assignment. She was sent to greet an incoming class of acolytes and recruits to the One Sith. They came from all over the galaxy, seeking to join the One Sith, to hone their skills and their anger until both cut with the ferocity of a weapon. They were the future lords of the order, taking their first steps among the shadows of giants.
She could understand the reasoning on sending an active lord to speak to them, however she wondered if she were the right choice. She had been in the field as a spy for years, working her way up to a spymaster who could hold sway over trade and governments. She supposed in a way, she was a success story for the OSI bureau.
She waited for the new recruits to disembark from the submarine that would bring them to this nautical fortress. Her robes were crisp and black, accented with crimson and copper, matching the armor plates and mask she wore. Her gloved hands were swallowed by the voluminous sleeves of her cloak, the red lenses of her mask glinting from under the hood.
[member="Froste"] | [member="Zephyrius"] | [member="Rexus"] | [member="RoyaleChaos"] | [member="Darth Slasher"] | [member="Kaster Sane"] | [member="Crentice"]
[member="Xar Jurn"] | [member="Raoh Logarius"] | [member="Matthew (Rogue) Drevur"] | [member="Darth Morsus"] | [member="Pak Kagrid"]
[member="Krayzen Dratos"] | [member="Zayden Madera"] | [member="Onasius Gruwel"]