When Anaya looked back at the past couple of years there were a handful of figures that stood out. People that had helped her grow, intentionally or unintentionally. In the grand scheme of things most of them were what Anaya would now class as 'nobodys', people who had faded from her life or fallen from grace in her eyes. There were three that remained with her forever. Spencer Jacobs, her nemesis and the woman that would ultimately bring Anaya to her knees. Darth Moridin, the Lord of Chaos, her master, the man who had laid a legacy out for her to continue.
Then there was Ashin Varanin, former empress of ten thousand worlds, Ori'vod, Admiral Karrde so many names, a different face from that which Anaya had grown to admire. Where Moridin taught her how to create chaos, Ashin had shown her how to bring order. Inspirational some might say, the best ally you could get but the worst enemy you would ever face. In her memory, Anaya could recall perhaps four meetings with this woman. The first, being the day they met, the second was the day she asked for Anaya's help to overthrow Moridin, the third when Omni struck and Ashin had given Anaya her greatest lesson - what it meant to be a sith. The final?
Red lips curled into a smile, some days she really did wish Spencer dead and always for such selfish reasons. A corest clung tightly to her slender frame, the fishtail skirt fluttered in her wake, long knee length boots clicked against the durasteel floor of the Chimerea, but the important detail? The silver briefcase in her hand and the all-in-black guards in her wake. anaya did not need guards, but the package was delicate and precautions had to be taken.
"Stay." she commanded as they reached the door. Obedience without question, the flanked the door, faces impassive eyes set ahead. "Ensure we are not disturbed."
Anaya opened the door.
She did not like to knock.
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]
Then there was Ashin Varanin, former empress of ten thousand worlds, Ori'vod, Admiral Karrde so many names, a different face from that which Anaya had grown to admire. Where Moridin taught her how to create chaos, Ashin had shown her how to bring order. Inspirational some might say, the best ally you could get but the worst enemy you would ever face. In her memory, Anaya could recall perhaps four meetings with this woman. The first, being the day they met, the second was the day she asked for Anaya's help to overthrow Moridin, the third when Omni struck and Ashin had given Anaya her greatest lesson - what it meant to be a sith. The final?
Red lips curled into a smile, some days she really did wish Spencer dead and always for such selfish reasons. A corest clung tightly to her slender frame, the fishtail skirt fluttered in her wake, long knee length boots clicked against the durasteel floor of the Chimerea, but the important detail? The silver briefcase in her hand and the all-in-black guards in her wake. anaya did not need guards, but the package was delicate and precautions had to be taken.
"Stay." she commanded as they reached the door. Obedience without question, the flanked the door, faces impassive eyes set ahead. "Ensure we are not disturbed."
Anaya opened the door.
She did not like to knock.
@[member="Ashin Varanin"]