'Neath Hell the Wicked do rest

[Tanith Alde]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K-J2rdLkWZw


"Stern is the spirit, Even when surrounded deep by flames" The SIth murmured to herself. She was on some volcanic backwater of a planet. Her transport lay many dozen miles behind her, as did the majority of her equipment and gear. She wore light clothing, a pair of sturdy boots, pants and a wrapped top, nothing to protect her from the cruel world's biomes . "Broken Blade...Revenge is Calling. A Savage Shade, through the dark I dash. A Broken Blade, Black Blood falling. " She had been out here for two weeks, testing herself, honing herself further. If she could survive this, she doubted there was much in the galaxy that could stop her. "Through rubble, rock and stone. These black ashes are my home " She was clambering up a steep slope, barely three meters to her right a flesh flow of magma fresh from the earth ran down. "And I'm here yet again, no place and everywhere... Broken body built anew, spirit lingers, torn in two. Metal fingers grip my heart so cold."


She didn't know anymore , weather she spoke out loud, or in her thoughts, the difference had been lost weeks ago. "Your secret science conquers natures cruel laws....but inside the wires lie a million mortal flaws...No dreams, electric sleep i take inside my hive of skin and chrome...." How she had come to serve the sith, she could not recall any longer. She recalled fleeting glimpses, images of a time before, but they were blurry and broken. Worthless to her now, they could not help her. All she remebered, was how she had been set up, and placed to fall for the republic "Distant Honor, wasted grace. Twisted pawn of face replaced, Phantom filters, mask of dread. Oh Damn this guilt, my past is dead. I will keep drifting, the many sands of fate keep shifting. But do I turn and look away?" She asked of herself, out loud this time, of that she was sure. "Keen to a scent, the hunt is my muse. A means to an end, the only path I may choose. Lost and aloof, is what remains of my past. "

"Truth, lies on a crimson River...I search for you, where are you?" She cried out into vast, empty hellscape before her. Who she was asking for, she did not know. She recalled the faintest of touches from her earlier life. A hand brushing her cheek, a kiss. And nothing else, such was it. All that she was, had been, locked behind some barrier of Sith secrets and sorceries.

 

[Pyro]

"Where are you?"

Pyro looked up from soil she was digging through, her pale face sooty from the ashes. She had heard someone call out, as if they were in remorse of some sort. The fire Alpha stood and walked in the direction of the call and found a woman, much older than Pyro but still young in a sense.

"I have come as you called, stranger." The young child had survived on Mustafar for more than a year now, hiding from those who would seek to destroy her.

[member="Safiriel Bane"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

[member="Pyro"]


Safiriel was caught slighly off guard by the stranger's sudden apperance. She had not expected an answer. She had come to mustafar seeking silence and solace in nothingness.

Already with the stranger standing before her the whispers beat around her skull. Thoughts meshing together into a pained web in her head. A finger went up to stroke a fringe of pale hair from her eyes. For a moment, she considered if the pale girl could simply be an apparition, caused by loneliness, or volcanic fumes.

On second thought, the pain the stranger's thoughts caused proved otherwise. Safiriel rested one hand on the right side of her temples massaging them gently to try and ease the pain in her skull before she answered.

"I...did not expect a Response"

The echani woman admitted, a tad taken aback. Another instinct flared, just kill her. No one would know, and the pain would cease.

 

[Pyro]

Pyro looked down. This lady could very well be an enemy, for Pyro could feel the dark side flowing through her. The Sith were her enemy, and yet she had managed to hide on a planet that Sith would frequent to.

"Ah.. I see. If you wish to be left alone I will leave, but if you do ever find yourself lost out here, walk north of this place for two clicks. I live in the mining facility there." Mining facility was a measly claim for the place Pyro lived in, but she kept that to herself. She began walking in that direction, knowing when she was not wanted.

[member="Safiriel Bane"]

 

[Tanith Alde]

Safiriel shook her head in wonder. What was such a young girl doing so far away on her own? The universe was full of mystery

The echani soon found a spot, sitting down on a mostly cool rock she closed her eyes, to meditate, or whatever it was one did when trying to clear her mind. As the young girl steppped further and further away, the pain her presence caused the echani were slowly lessening, untill she mostly had herself under control once again.

[member="Pyro"]

 

[Paimon]

A flash of hellish smoke and the strong smell of brimstone erupted as if from nowhere and from the contents a chaotic spirit named Paimon appeared. Her legs yet to form were all that was left of this smoke and her astral like body seemed to shimmer in the dark realm. She was so beautiful one would think she were an angel. Then, as the smell of brimstone faded she began to look around, her fiery hair flowing in the hot wind. Paimon quickly set eyes on the lady whom called moments before. She lowered her body to the ground and her bare feet submerged into the hot embers. "This crimson river is only full of lava dear. It is I you search for..." As she spoke this a small boat lit by a single lantern appeared in the river. Paimon glanced towards it and motioned the female sith get on.