Darth Gyaumchem
@[member="Ailyne Viren"]
The Lady Najwa had become the Inquisitor Gyaumchem, the Imperial Navy Officer Ahani Najwa-Keth made berth in neutral space on the tail end of a dream. The Scribe had shown her a glimpse of her history, or better put the history she'd become and now Ahani wanted more.
Ever more.
Always more.
The Sith in her wanted the universe to burn round her ankles, or become better with resplendent passion in all corners until all she lost was returned. It was this Ahani who came to the station outside neutral space, a station well known to house some Chandaari diaspora who had made it out of Sith rule. She squared her shoulders and tugged at the collar of her white shirt, then brushed her hands across the metallic silver trousers tucked in to her silver boots. Somewhere on this station was the second closest thing to an answer or family that she could find. And find it she would.
The Lady Najwa had become the Inquisitor Gyaumchem, the Imperial Navy Officer Ahani Najwa-Keth made berth in neutral space on the tail end of a dream. The Scribe had shown her a glimpse of her history, or better put the history she'd become and now Ahani wanted more.
Ever more.
Always more.
The Sith in her wanted the universe to burn round her ankles, or become better with resplendent passion in all corners until all she lost was returned. It was this Ahani who came to the station outside neutral space, a station well known to house some Chandaari diaspora who had made it out of Sith rule. She squared her shoulders and tugged at the collar of her white shirt, then brushed her hands across the metallic silver trousers tucked in to her silver boots. Somewhere on this station was the second closest thing to an answer or family that she could find. And find it she would.