Darth Zilti
Blasphemers beware...
It was an odd feeling, remaining on a planet for more than a few days. Recent endeavours had seen her jump from one planet to another, like some strange space flea. But true to her Vahla heritage this made her feel strangely at ease. It was remaining in one spot that seemed odd. But her need to learn outweighed her desire for comfort and so she was now walking along the new valley of the Dark Lords – towards Darth Krayt’s mausoleum.
Here she would meet a Sith whose age initially appeared a typo. The Sith must have excellent healthcare, she mused as she walked forward, wondering how wizened the Sith might look after centuries on this planet. Oddly, she had no pre-planned expectation of learning. But when you’re faced with someone with as many options as [member="Darth Hauntruss"] it was more about picking from an overwhelming list.
The glimmering black stone of the stepped pyramid of Darth Krayt was an awesome sight and Maja drank in the view as she was escorted by minions to her pre-agreed audience. She stared at the engravings on the structure, wondering what each word and symbol meant – for she was sure they had a relevance.
She’d met some Sith Lords already but the Darkness here was palpable. It wasn’t just emanating from the figure in front of her, it was all around – and seemed to be feeding her – like some form of passive Force Drain. There was nothing visible, but Maja could feel it.
As the servant left her in the mausoleum itself, she suddenly felt very alone. Not scared – but very much on her own. As she waited to be acknowledged, she looked at the central altar and the towering cloaked figures carved in the traditional style of the Korriban tombs.