Into Darkness We Go

[Zayra Sakarr]

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Aza'zoth - A world that the young Devaronian was incredibly unaware off and unfamiliar with, she speculated what the world would be during her travels to the planet. Not much was said to her in the way of what it was like, it was a 'surprise' according to her 'friends' at the training grounds of the One Sith and with that, she speculated the worst, for she had no friends nor did she desire them, all were stepping stones and those that would prove to sink beneath each step of hers, were considered to be the best stepping stones a girl could have with the hope, that none would resurface.

The distance between the world and the ship was traveling aboard to reach her intended destination only grew shorter and shorter, she did not even need to venture into the cockpit to figure this out, the allure of the dark side just grew stronger and stronger, and stronger and it was not quite a precense she was entirely familiar with in the past. It was only once the ship had landed on the world, the moment she took a step out from the confines of the ship, that she felt the immense draw and power of the dark side. It was almost sickening to the stomach at first, she was familiar with the dark side but this was different, the world was just a beacon of darkness, it was more so how unfamiliar she was with the world that unsettled her but the dark power that twisted the world, that caused the many obvious deformation in it's climates and general appearance, it empowered her almost, it felt like she was home and it was this sort of power that she desired to harness one day.

With each step she felt invigorated, she desired to know more, her passions fueled by her curiousity and her passions fueled even more by how sick and this world had truly become. Very few worlds were blessed with the unforgivable touch of the dark side, even fewer were given the blessing of being entirely warped and devoured by it. And so, she looked to the pair of hilts hanging from her belt, both were training hilts, one was a single lightsaber, the other was slightly longer which held familiarities to that of a double bladed lightsaber hilt, she sought practice in both and ultimately she sought her own, full frequency blade capable of ending anothers life.

As the harsh winds began to cut across her face, she raised the hood of her dark red robes that stopped around the ankles in terms of length, they were tightened around her body frame. The Sith she had traveled with was not too far, she pivoted on the heels of her boots to face the Sith with a cruel yet entertained smile that she was known to give others. "This world. It's fantastic, is it not [member="Darth Praelior"] ? I am eager to see what lessons you and this world has to offer." She bowed for a few moments, despite being Sith, there was a chain of command and there was respect to be had in one that held such a title, she had earned her place among the Sith where Zayra had not.

 

[Balaya Praelior Zambrano]

[member="Zayra Sakarr"]

Balaya had enjoyed seeing this apprentice on the ship. While she had Elara who was mroe then skilled she was entirely to young, to small and a child. Balaya needed one who was old enough to do tasks on her own and strong or blank enough to learn on her own. Slowly as she exited onto the world standing there and drinking it in a look down from her full near thirteen foot height a result of her own darkside experiments and power. She had done to herself what she had done to Sinna and the most devoted. She had become sithspawn, caustic black blood pulsed through her veins pulsing with the darkside to such a degree and her work on this world in Hauntrusses absence was a show of her power.

Slowly she walked forward and stood in the full armor of a sith master but not a warlord, it was tighter and more restrictive but she had plans and the first part of the paln was here with this. She moved forward speaking and pointing to the black citadel overlooking the silver lake, the caries waters she had forged itno a weapon pulsing even more with the darkside. There were other things she had done here, she was still doing with this apprentice. She would work to create and empower her, ensnare her services forever to the dark lord and his vision. "Where you stand now apprentice few have ever stepped foot, the darkside is strongest on this world, the power emanating and invading every pore."

She continued to walk and the sithspawn started gathering, the massive Akure Leviathan Glitter, the mewling of Sparkle the sith lords worm as it moved around on the surface could be heard for miles, more leviathans and dragons, tuk'ata's roaming around as Balaya's familiar came to her perching on her shoulder with a screech. The Warlord of the empire held dominion over her sithspawn and this world until the leader of the covenant returned. Every life created fueled the darkside and it became more and more twisted, became so much more powerful until she was presenting a small sack of materials to the familiar. "Go to the Black forge, have Elara begin the fires. There are things we shall be doing soon enough."

Her eyes turned back down to the apprentice and the purple cybernetics were taking in each moment of her as Balaya moved forward more. "You are powerful and I shall make you more so. As your devotion and bond to the Dark Lords vision becomes stronger you shall learn more secrets, more things then you ever could and shall see the true power fo the Darkside as it pours forth. Your blades will be only the start, your power will be the start... Your dedication though shall be forged to the vision presented and your ability to create the tools of destruction tested. Now continue to the citadel, the Black Forge hungers and you are only just beginning."