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[Quinn Varanin]

//: Kaas City //: Imperial Citadel //:
//: Darth Prazutis //:

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Dromund Kaas was alive and bustling, the knowledge of war seemed to be so far away from the city. The front was in the eternal war against the traitors of the Emperor, they knocked on the door of Bastion, but they were soon to find defiance. Quinn had already received her orders to barricade the capital, but she was finishing up some exams left at the academy. The top student of her year wandered the streets and headed straight for the Imperial Citadel. A small stack of papers was tucked under her arm, her duty was to deliver them to the filing rooms. ​

Quinn had gotten it into her head that she would take advantage of her access to the citadel and explore a bit. She had already thought up a story in case she was caught and questioned. Confidence and excitement tapped with every step of her Chelsea boots, nothing was going to ruin her time. ​

Almost dancing, the Echani ran up the stairs of the citadel. One day she figured that she would choose the Kaas City citadel to be her home. She was fond of the planet, parts of it reminded her of Eshan and the other planets her parents had lived with her on. Though nothing beat Eshan and her mother’s waterside palace. Her retreating thoughts to her mouth slowed the Echani down. Her dancing feet slowed to a steady walk as she headed down the hallway to the records office. Her heart ached, unable to bring her beloved to meet her Papa and Mama, to gain their approval seeing the reliable partner she had chosen.​

Thinking fondly of Vesta Zambrano brought her mood back up; she knew soon she would be able to be at their side once more. The thought made her smile as the pep to her step returned. Rounding the corner, she entered the office and dropped off the paperwork from the academy, it was quick, and she signed off saying that she had done the work. Quinn glanced towards her comm device and mused, seeing that she still had a few hours till the tutoring session she had promised one of the other students. With her top marks, she was given responsibilities most of the time, though - Quinn found a way out of them. ​

Quinn continued along the hallway, with hands behind her back. The soft fabric of the dress moved with each step. She passed the library, the war room, and a pathway that seemed to be blocked off for some reason. She tried to peer down the hallway, but guards shook their heads no. Frowning, the Echani continued till she found her way to the lift that took her to the waiting hall. There was no one around from what she could gather, which meant she would have free reign for the most part to see the throne room. ​

She was quiet and snuck into the throne room. She took in everything as she smiled, remembering the stories her mother told her of Ashin’s reign as Empress. Never did she think she would see the inside of the throne room, but here she was. A smirk spread across her face as she marched up and began trying to figure out how she could get to the dais where the throne was located. A hand rested on her small chin as she glanced around the room, seeing several other daises for other members of the Imperial court of sorts.​

 

[Darth Prazutis]

Outfit

Everything was different with the void left behind by the death of beloved Alekto Zambrano.

The Lord of Lies spent much more time in seclusion away from the affairs of governance and much more time alone. It was impossible to track his movements as he came and went as he pleased. Ever since Krayiss II the corruption of the great beyond had grown since, and he spent much more time in meditation with what lurked beyond the veil than he did in the now. When he was present it was often at the side of the Sith Emperor. When the infamous woman died it was as if a part of him had died with her, he grew even colder then, the pain in his heart a wound that had been ripped open and bled casting a throbbing pain with every beat. Everything had been stolen from him then even the sweet taste of vengeance. Spencer Varanin died at the scene of her crime and slipped away. But of late there was only one name on his mind, only one name that dominated his thoughts.​

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Quinn Varanin.​

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It was Lazarus his Chief Lieutenant that brought him her name and the file he assembled on the woman. It was the best effort of their intelligence network at back tracking her movements, every scrap of information about her life, and everywhere they could track her movements. Every single one of the commanders under House Zambrano had come together to work on the project in providing insight, they all expressed their sympathies to him and their outrage in their own way. But it was Lazarus who sent the message with their voice. "Supreme Excellency. Let us do this for you, for Lady Alekto. Just say the word and Acolyte Varanin won't live to take her next breath." Lazarus had told him. The commanders had come together and it was decided that a team consisting of the force immune Dashade Shadow Killers and the Nullblade Crownguard would be granted the honor. The Dashade species were innately resistant to the force and the Nullblades were all blanks, dead to the force and equipped entirely with the equipment and tactics to target and kill jedi or sith.​

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It was the Nullblade Crownguard who brought down Darth Ananta so long ago, capturing her. If a Sith Lady couldn't withstand the Crownguard alone, what did an acolyte even a Varanin hope to do? She would die. Braxus didn't give Lazarus an answer yet. While Quinn had focused on the throne it would seem the giant suddenly appeared behind her in the throne room. The sudden hissing and wheezing of his armor the only indication of his presence, as he laid his eyes on the daughter of the woman who robbed him of his love.​

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As soon as he saw the woman with his own eyes she was practically the spitting image of her mother, Spencer. As for her presence in the throne room it spoke to the kind of woman she is, that she was drawn to the throne instead of being intimidated by it. It was ironic that the child of his wifes killer was one of the best and brightest students in the Sith Empire. Quinn was the top of her class with a strong family legacy, a proven child prodigy. She was the epitome of everything that an aspiring acolyte was and her hunger for knowledge was only surpassed by her drive.​

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"The place is different but this is still the room that your mother once sat on the throne." He said. The memories of Ashin sitting atop the throne flashing through his mind, back in the days of the old empire. ​

Quinn Varanin ​

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Kaas City //: Imperial Citadel //:
//: Darth Prazutis //:

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Quinn was quite good at sensing others, primarily through the Force. Yet, The Lord of Lies was something different - powerful, and she couldn’t pick up on him until he wanted her to. The sound of his breathing, the way the armor moved, encasing his figure like a second skin, it alerted her - but she showed no fear. If death was to meet her through the Dark Lord’s right hand, then so be it. Mentally she had prepared herself, despite anything that Vesta had promised. Her heart sank as she thought of the Zambrano princess, Quinn desired the protection she gave her. ​

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Still, the young woman gave no indication that she was scared of the man that spoke to her. Instead, she chuckled lightly and nodded. “Darth Desimus.” She expressed her mother’s Darth name, one that she had planned on taking herself. “I could still feel her in the room. The presence that she commanded, my mother - she was strong.” Quinn paused, knowing the history of the reign of Darth Desimus. Her nose wrinkled, remembering that another rose up and took the throne from Ashin. “A coup ended her reign, and since then, she and my other mother were on the run, changing faces to avoid the hunters sent to kill her.” ​

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Quinn folded her arms across her chest, a smile spreading across her face. The girl was trained by both Masters, created to be just as powerful as Spencer Varanin with mentalism, yet had the cunning nature of Ashin Varanin. The pair tried to rule the Empire, but maybe things would have been different if they had been one body. “I don’t plan on falling victim to the same thing my parents did.” Turning on her heel, she faced the giant of a man. He was more than she had expected. Darth Prazutis, the father of her beloved and someone that Quinn should fear. Instead, she didn’t, not because of Vesta, but because of her own legacy. The Echani girl believed she was destined for greatness, and with a cheeky smile, she tilted her head slightly and remarked.​

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“The second coming of Darth Desimus has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it, Lord of Lies.” Quinn did her best to seem comfortable with being in his presence, but at that moment, she couldn’t help but wish Vesta was at her side. She would feel safe, but she wondered how her Master would stand up against their father. ​