The Red Crown of Eshan
The Rishi Maze.
The last time Quinn had come out this way, she had lost something valuable; she had lost the piece of herself that would never return. While her return to the dwarf satellite galaxy was for other purposes, she couldn't help but let her eyes linger on the floating debris of Exegol. It was almost cathartic staring at the floating rocks, the masses that had once been buildings, an homage to the dark side.
She wondered if she could still feel the lingering essence after all this time. It would be foolish to get her hopes up; it had been years at this point. Quinn had grown, moved on from the fumbling teenager who had run as fast as her feet could carry her. She had become something more than the girl who had searched for the hand to carry her through.
Quinn was now a Queen, an Heir to something greater than herself… she had become what they were supposed to become, together.
Her lips parted as a small plume of white fog escaped. She hated this part of space; it was cold and haunting. She longed for their heat, a burning passion that was suitable for Typhojem's living vessel.
<: Kamino, 12 minutes till arrival. :>
The voice echoed over the intercoms, and Quinn closed her eyes, giving Vesta's memory just one more thought. She had other priorities today, something better than to wallow in her loss.
Kamino's surface, abandoned facility.
The storm cloud was thick above them, and the rain drowned any thought as they stood on the old landing pad. The guards who had come with them remained on the ship; they were a liability to what Quinn was going to teach her Apprentice.
Eira had grown; despite her behavior, she had made something of herself. The woman had become a strong representation of the power the Echani herself could wield, and today, she would only become stronger. Eira had an affinity for Force Lightning, something that many Sith could do, but not like Eira could.
She valued the Apprentice and knew that it was finally time to truly test her skills.
"Kamino is a world of storms," she looked over at Eira. The comment was obvious, and she half-expected the girl to respond to it. They had grown close; if anyone was to be considered Quinn's friend, it would be the girl beside her.
"Manifesting the Storm is easy, controlling it — that's the hard part." She nodded, watching as a thick bolt of lightning raked across the dark clouds.
"I'm going to teach you control, find the core of the storm, feel its heart beat in tune with your own. While you are controlling it, let the storm flow through you as a conduit… you're the anchor."
Quinn watched, deciding she should show the girl what she meant. While Eira was a quick learner, this was something far advanced that even some Sith Lords couldn't comprehend. To ask an Apprentice was like asking the Force itself to manifest life…
It was possible, and so was Eira's success.
Exhaling softly, Quinn allowed the quiet pulse of her force presence to grow, almost roaring to life as the clouds above them began to swirl. Lightning began to shift, cutting through the sky at her behest. The control of the Echani was evident as the skies not only darkened, but began to bleed red. The signature of the Crimson Crown of Eshan.
Another few moments, and the Master relinquished the control of the storm. The darkness faded, leaving the grey storm clouds thundering above them.
"Focus first on control, finding a way to shift the way the clouds move — then find the lightning, make it breathe and bend to your will…"