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[Alina Savra]

From Alien Romulus ​

Alina had begun scouring the Outer Rim worlds for Relics of the Sith to caste into the Holy Fire. She knew that to go to Korriban, Drumand Kas, and the other Sith Worlds would be a suicide mission. Those would have to wait till she gained greater power or wait for the Jedi and Galactic Alliance to do the hard work for her. While her 'passion' in this iconoclasm ran deep, she was not insane.. not yet anyway. She would have to be satisfied with this vandalism of the Outer Rim, where she would destroy the reliquaries that were scattered all over the reaches of space that few of Sith Order would take notice of. Still there was always the chance she would be dropping in on a base in the making, or some enclave that had secret disciples, perhaps even fabled Sith Assassins she had heard about.

Her Starfighter came out of hyperspace with a great flash of light in the darkness of space. A world below, black and riven with fissures of molten light, like roots of a tree. Her scanners pulling up information on this world,
"Abandoned Mining Facility, Korbas III. Indigenous Species: Unknown. Terraformed, Oxygen at safe levels."
Alina looking at the information let out a huff,
"Nothing is ever abandoned.."
She directing her starfighter down towards the surface. There she doing a sweep of the Mining Facility saw great Smoke stakes, and facilities that were at Fissures of the lava that boiled to the surface like rivers. She reaching out to find what she had come for, this was the perfect place for a Sith Enclave or Mystery Cult that had gathered Dark Side relics. In many ways it reminded her of Mustafar, only the volcanoes seemed dormant, like the smoke stacks of the facility. Making another pass, she scanning the area, and feeling in the Force, she felt something in one of Facilities below, and it was that she decided to set the ship down on a cleared piece of scorched earth. Opening her cockpick windshield, she stepping out and landing in her black leather boots that went to her knees. Squinting, her golden eyes in the black mascara looking ahead. Her right fingers in their brown gloves tapping the dangling long saber hilt at her waist.
"Alright Master.. show me the way."

She began to walk across the charred field to the Facility that was almost as black, with great stilts holding it up with rienforced metal and some sort of generatoes at the bottom that she surmised powered a shielding system, was this if the Lava came up like some sort of tide? Climbing the stairs, her boots making clanging metal sounds that would telegraph were position easily. The stars were in v pattern, two sets and steep. The ascent put he high above, where she looking saw the great open fissure of orange fire. It was somehow calming, like a fire about to go out with only coals burning left.

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

Wearing: Ritual Raiment, Circlet of Light, Arch Healer Amulet

Armed With: The Force, Bloodscrawl Lightsaber

Arrived in: WKST Heavy Sniping Interceptor

Magdalena Bloodscrawl had drained enough energy to be in a very youthful state.

The Blond Force Spawn had come to this world seeking a stronghold for her church. Something hidden and difficult to reach. She had not settled on this location per se, but it was quite the candidate.

Magdalena had sensed evil from orbit, and had landed on this world prepared. Everything she wore was designed to boost her already intense connection to the light side of the Force. The Lightsaber clipped to her belt was more of a formality than anything.

She strode the hot sands, casting a spell over her body to ignore the heat from everywhere as she headed to the facility.

Her criteria was whether it could be easily fortified and hidden with spells. This facility looked like both could be done easily. But the lava still concerned her.

She had entered the facility from a separate route, having left her ship in a desert of black sand. In a land of dust and burning lava flow, Magdalena came across as all the more unnatural for her immaculate garb and near impossible beauty (Both of which combined made her somehow incredibly creepy) as she daintily strutted to her destination, a small cargo zone drop off area with a loading bay door leading into the engineering section.

She sensed some of the evil, and it wasn't long before a black robed cultist brandishing a red lightsaber came out to meet her.

"There is nothing for you here, abomination..." The Dark Jedi hissed.

Magdalena was more patient and generous with him than he deserved.

"If you get out of my way right now and surrender your lightsaber, I promise not to harm you." she replied politely.

The Dark Jedi hesitated. She stared at him, flesh on her face shuddering slightly for a split second.

He dropped the lightsaber and ran, realizing he had no realistic chance of defeating her. Magdalena allowed him to flee as she had promised, strutting into the facility.

The next two Dark Jedi were not nearly as intelligent, rushing her with lightsabers immediately as she entered the loading bag. She had no time to call for their surrender, and one look at their aura spoke of the inherent sadism in both of them that had nothing to do with the Dark Side at all.

Her mouth opened and Force Light flooded out, blinding white and filling the whole bay up.

When she ceased the manifestation, her opponents were ash piles. She strutted past the ash piles just as more Dark Jedi entered.

"Will none of you consider surrender or retreat?" Magdalena inquired.

All three Dark Jedi fired bolts of Force Lightning at her.

Magdalena held our her hand and three separate streams of Electric Judgement raced forth and met their streams, forcing the lightning streams back on their source, killing them with their own lightning as they were flung backwards.

Magdalena sensed someone else in this darkness... something... someone...who wished to serve the light. She also sensed deep confusion.

Magdalena decided to make her way to the other light sider as the alarm in the facility went off. She would show mercy to any who asked. For the rest, swift death.

As has been her policy since the Gulag Plague.

Alina Savra

 

[Alina Savra]

Alina had made her way to one of interior bridges when the deafening silence was broken by the crackle of lightning, and there was no storm, which meant someone was breaking the molecules of life itself to cause death from the dark bolts at the finger tips. Alina had called to this power in a pinch before, to her everlasting shame, and knew with each twisting of the Living Force to that end she became more ans more the Darkness’ Servant. She mafe her way to cargo hold where she saw a figure with dazzling blond locks, commanding light and taking on dark assailiants. Seeing two more up on the bridge about to dive down as Vultures, Alina snapping her blade to life began to sprint with The Force as her ally, and swept her golden hot blade through one of their’s arms buried in black robes, making them fall over the edge and land on their side on the Cargo floor.

A holocron rolling out of his cape on the deck, its gilded and blood flame color and pyramidic shape identifying it as Sith. Alina reaching her hand, made it float towards her when the second Vulture leap at her with a red blade that was was short. Alina loaung her grip on the holocron and focusing in defending herself, she parrying the short blade in a lock up, the Dark Jedi saying,
“I can smell the Shadow on you.. you bury it within.. why?”
Alina broke the lock up and shouting with angst cut at him with a Djem So power cut, placing both hands on the handle to use her weight in the stroke.

The Dark Jedi was knocked back and tripping, fell on his back when Alina leaping in the air dug her heels into his torso and stabbing the yellow hot blade into his chest. The Vulture cackling as he coughed,
“There is no escape.. the dark side is your destiny..”
Letting out a cry of angst, she drew the blade from his body as meat sheath and slashed at his face again and again and again…

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

Magdalena calmly strode through the facility. The more Dark Jedi that met her, the more she expended her vast reserves of energy in defeating them.

They were quickly realizing she was no ordinary Light Side user. Her use of Force Light alone was capable of burning their flesh. There was no malice in her actions. No pleasure gained from inflicting death or pain. Magdalena's mind and her perception of the Light was simply too alien to derive pleasure from it.

It was simply business.

Her green lightning ricocheted off walls to hit targets around corners. She was at a walking pace as she proceeded. Most of these Dark Jedi were weak. Even the ones who were not didn't even come close to her in terms of sheer Force Strength.

Everything Magdalena did in life, beyond the love of her family, was for the sake of triumph over the Dark Side.

Gradually, as she killed more with her Light Side lightning, the Dark Jedi began to scatter. Magdalena let them. Her Deputies and Sheriffs would get them if they refuse to surrender the Dark Side.

Soon, they were all running, sensing her approach and wanting none of it.

Magdalena sensed the conflicted one close by and promptly diverted course, sensing turmoil. Whoever she was, The Dark Side didn't own her. Not yet.

Magdalena entered another cargo section, sensing the two above about to attack...

She readied herself, but Alina Savra seemed to have the situation well in hand, Magdalena's flesh shuddering as the Holocron tumbled out of his robes. She tried to reach it only for Alina to float it towards her.

Magdalena observed the fight, trying to figure out what she was dealing with, floating up to the interior bridge as Alina savagely began hacking at her opponent's face.

Magdalena spotted the Holocron and immediately destroyed it with a burst of Electric Judgement.

"Young one..." She called out softly. "He's dead. No further purpose can be served in this display of savagery. I urge you to stop..."

 

[Alina Savra]

Alina having poured her wrath and ire into the corpse she had turned into mush, heard the voice of the Woman she had seen tilting with the Dark Jedi.
“I know.. I did not do it to insure he had perished.. I did it for me.”
She turning looking at her with gilded eyes said,
“I saw you.. fighting these Dark Ones.. the Light your ally. I am afraid despite my best efforts, I shall only be a chaser of the Light.. my passions too strong.”

She saw the holocron reduced to nothing, in its place small little fragments that could not recover the knowledge. She knew she had not committed this ‘sacrilege’ and so she turning to the Woman,
“You destroyed it? That was my aim as well. The knowledge of the darkness is a infection that keeps passing from one generation to the next.. it a gap can be placed between the Lords of the Past and the brash youths.. perhaps that is a start to eradicating its influence and putting an end to the endless wars that plague our galaxy..”
She was being rather trusting of this Stranger, to reveal her devotion to Lord Gravid’ and the quest to eradicate Sith knowledge was risky. Though she had destroyed the Holocron, as sign perhaps that she was of the same mind, still it could have been a means to discover Alina’s true purpose which she had just divulged.

 

[Samra Saiko]

The Ronin Lord stirred, the echo of kyber blades causing him to rise from his slumber, his armor creaking and his eyes flaring as flames that have fresh oxygen and fuel. Sitting up, he grabbing his Lightdaito, and in one movement he stood and took the weapon and slide the scabbard into his belt, the faint sound of a hum coming from it.

The Ronin could feel the blossoms blowing in the wind, the souls of the slain, and hear cauterized flesh sizzle. He made his way from his laire in molten mouth of a cave, and walking in his Beskar and Cortosis armor came to the main Facility, where he sensed the presence of the One who had dipped their blade in the Dark Jedi, and another of less luminous aura. With purpose the Warrior made his way to the great opening of the Facility that was exposed to the elements, mining machinery long dormant, and corpses in black veils, pretenders of the Dark. He had known they had come, drawn to the despair of this world, he had not tilting with them for they possess no Meiyo (Honor). His feet came to one Dark Fool who was drawing breath, through faint. With a singular stroke, he drew is blade from scabbard, cut its throat and drew it back into the sheath. Ending suffering was noble…

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

Magdalena sensed great turmoil in the young woman. An abiding madness she struggled to fight off.

"An admirable goal, my dear..." Magdalena said softly as she placed her hands around Alina Savra 's shoulders.

"But you approach your task much too rashly...you have not found the balance in your own self..." Magdalena advised. "If you would continue as an acolyte of Darth Gravid, the quest shall go more smoothly once you have had more proper training. The foundation is there...it needs only cement and brick."

Magdalena stood back from her as she sensed another dark presence on the move.

Magdalena might choose to fight this more powerful presence...but the woman here was already unglued somewhat. More turmoil was not what she needed.

"I am Magdalena, The Sorceress of Ossus. Like you, I too purge the Dark Side. I suggest you come with me... another has taken notice of out approach and they no doubt wish to hamper our prompt departure. I would fight him but that could put you at risk emotionally. Part of mastery requires knowing when to pick and choose your battles, young one..." she said to Alina, holding out her hand.

"Let me help you." Magdalena said gently to Alina.

 

[Alina Savra]

Alina listening as this Powerful Stranger began to offer her some guidence aboiut balance, something that she had found elusive. Her great aim and desire was to be cut from the mold of Gravid, and yet she was weak, when necessity dictated, she drew on the dark power she had vowed to abandon and used it to destroy her enemies.

The Powerful Wielder of the Force then revealed herself to be Magdelena, and a Sorceress. This perking her ears. The only sorceresses that she had heard of were the Witches of Dathomir, and whither they drew upon the Force or not was debated among the covens. Alina hearing the offer of training said,
“You wish to offer me guidence. I am afraid you would be gathering a storm into your tutelage. For my heart with the teachings of Gravid, but my will is weak.. and I falter more often than I would want to admit.”

The mention that someone was approaching, that made this Woman who had taken down so many Dark Jedi want to vacate the area was a curiosity. Then she felt it, the cold chill of the dark side, ithe aura far greater then that which had emenated from these slain Cultists. Turning to Magdelena, she said,
“I can feel it.. approaching.. as for your offer. If you believe you can help me find balance.. and shed this ‘weakness’ then I humbly accept and wish to become your apprentice.”

The Pulse was growing stronger, she felt It’s presence, whoever was coming to them was making her feel so cold her body began to shiver inadvertently.
“She we take your ship or mine?”

 

[Magdalena Bloodscrawl]

"We all falter. But it doesn't matter how many times we do...what matters is how many times we keep struggling for the ideal..." Magdalena assured Alina Savra .

She felt the presence grow closer.

"We must flee." she repeated. "We'll take my vessel."

Magdalena led Alina as quickly and as quietly as she could through the facility, casting a spell to hide their presence. She could not risk a fight with Alina in tow.

Eventually, they reached the sleek ship she had arrived in. They had to leave as soon as possible. She didn't trust that spell to entirely cover their tracks. The sooner they were out of here, the better.

"Get aboard, young one. We must leave before whoever I sensed arrives..." Magdalena trailed, keep a look out.