A P E X
Tatooine.
In light of the "Fall", Darth Metus made absolutely certain to avoid ACA Space like the plague. Having been blamed (rightfully so) for the downfall of its former government, most denizens of the region were not exactly fond of him these days. As such, it usually took an astronomically good reason for the Sith Lord to venture out to the Southern Systems. Otherwise, he'd keep himself closer to Centrality or Red Ravens space; where it was safe.
However, this day, Darth Metus had a reason to brave the region that loathed him so. Well, two reasons. The first was personal ambition. As an alchemist, he prided himself on pushing the boundaries of creation...and to push the limits of his creativity. Time and time again he would weave the Darkness into a Masterpiece, yet he had failed to do so in recent history. He had, for many months now, sat on his gift; even though he had a small corporation dependent upon it.
Today would end this trend of stagnation, of this he was certain.
Now then, the second motivation for traveling to the South was Darth Metus' role as a Master. It was his responsibly to shape the minds and abilities of those he had apprenticed, and today one of his students would begin her training. She came to him expecting to learn how to wield the Darkness as he; how to bend the Force to her will as a Witch. He fully intended to show her this path...but first, he had to make certain that she had the stomach for it. As such, he had left his student the coordinates to one Lightwind Orphanage: a small establishment found in Tatooine's capital.
There, her lesson would begin. There, the ambition of the Sith Lord would be fulfilled.
Of course, Darth Metus would have been a poor mentor if he did not arrive early. Approximately twenty minutes prior to their appointed meeting time, his vessel touch down just outside of the orphanage. Little did the children inside know what misfortune had come to visit them.
[member="Perla Pirjo"]
In light of the "Fall", Darth Metus made absolutely certain to avoid ACA Space like the plague. Having been blamed (rightfully so) for the downfall of its former government, most denizens of the region were not exactly fond of him these days. As such, it usually took an astronomically good reason for the Sith Lord to venture out to the Southern Systems. Otherwise, he'd keep himself closer to Centrality or Red Ravens space; where it was safe.
However, this day, Darth Metus had a reason to brave the region that loathed him so. Well, two reasons. The first was personal ambition. As an alchemist, he prided himself on pushing the boundaries of creation...and to push the limits of his creativity. Time and time again he would weave the Darkness into a Masterpiece, yet he had failed to do so in recent history. He had, for many months now, sat on his gift; even though he had a small corporation dependent upon it.
Today would end this trend of stagnation, of this he was certain.
Now then, the second motivation for traveling to the South was Darth Metus' role as a Master. It was his responsibly to shape the minds and abilities of those he had apprenticed, and today one of his students would begin her training. She came to him expecting to learn how to wield the Darkness as he; how to bend the Force to her will as a Witch. He fully intended to show her this path...but first, he had to make certain that she had the stomach for it. As such, he had left his student the coordinates to one Lightwind Orphanage: a small establishment found in Tatooine's capital.
There, her lesson would begin. There, the ambition of the Sith Lord would be fulfilled.
Of course, Darth Metus would have been a poor mentor if he did not arrive early. Approximately twenty minutes prior to their appointed meeting time, his vessel touch down just outside of the orphanage. Little did the children inside know what misfortune had come to visit them.
[member="Perla Pirjo"]