Blood on the Leaves
VOSS // FORMER JEDI TEMPLE
Hailyn
, the Triumvir of Power. The Inquisitor could hardly ask for a more fitting tutor to help her progress her admittedly minimal force abilities in the dark side, the strength of the woman formerly known as Braith Achlys was hardly a secret if one had enough voices in their ear. It had taken an extreme amount of bending these connections for Jorryn to even hope that the Sith Lord had come across her own name. Standing out to one such as her wasn't a particularly easy task for a knight-inquisitor, but it was an essential step in the Echani's recent ambitions.While this introduction was formally proposed as Jorryn begging for Alekto's tutelage, truthfully it was an attempt to curry some favour with the Triumvir. The Sith Lady was as loud a voice as Jorryn could desire when the time came for her to make claim the title of Lord Inquisitor.
"My Lady, we're coming near the temple now."
Amber eyes turned away from some of the files about "Braith Achlys", taking in the glowing blue gem that was Voss helped only a little in calming the Echani's stomach. Truth be told, it was hardly an introduction that Jorryn was looking forward too. While the main image of Braith was still that of a beautiful woman, recent events had changed such appearances. Jorryn bit down on the thumb of her nail, knowledge of the vong-forming process that Alekto undertook powering unsettling thoughts.
No one could refute the importance of alchemists in the war machine that was the Sith Empire, their Sithspawn were second to none and single-handedly responsible for many victories of the Sith. But it didn't change how revolted Jorryn was by the manipulation of biology that these alchemists used. The Echani was already troubled enough by some of her girlfriend's dealings with such creatures, the corrupted Echani that she had caught glimpses of causes a most discordant note with her.
And now she was heading into the belly of the beast. A Sith Lord. That through ruinous and dark powers, had morphed herself into something beyond what a human should be.
That is what caused the unsettling feeling in her stomach, the feeling of the ship landing only redoubling her concern.
"Thank you, pilot." A lithe hand holding onto the frame as she addressed even the lowest of the Empire's soldiers with courtesy. Feigned courtesy. "I expect you to be here upon my return."
It was a tad too late to ask the pilot around, leaving the Echani with the sole choice to steel herself for the impending meeting. The Voss temple not especially remarkable, but one plenty suited enough to assist in pursuing the more complex abilities of the force. So Jorryn set off towards the entrance, the confidence in her step raising with every beat of her heel. Whether legitimate or not would depend on when Jorryn finally met the triumvir.
The only feeling in her stomach that tied the uneasiness was hunger. Hunger for influence and power.