Private Party time.

[Darth Nwul]

Sweat dripped down Wake's neck and shoulders, he grit his teeth and took another step, pushing through the movements of the form. Wide sweeps of his lightsaber, strict movements, defined presses and counterpresses. Shii-Cho, Form I, the Determination Form, was created by the ancient Jedi who were wary of the protosaber. Ultimately, though, it was a masterful way of grounding a student in the patterns of lightsaber combat and developing their physique for later forms. Wake's lip twitched as he performed First Step and pivoted into Rigid Column, blocking his imaginary foe. Nearby, the twins watched him closely. He wasn't doing this just for himself, they would learn from watching for the time being.

He finished his latest routine and examined his body, the training was starting to show dividends. While his body had already been far and away what it was when he was a small padawan at thirteen. Now he was a grown man with rapidly increasing strength. The depths of his force power were growing deeper, he was almost ready to advance to the next level. He exhaled and a faint mist billowed through the luxurious hotel room that they'd partially cleared for his training.

"Father, you should get some rest, the showing is going to be tomorrow," Darya said gently.

Wake threw on his shirt and grabbed a towel, "You're right, I'll probably have to meditate to restore myself, I've been up too late and I'm too wound up by my exercises. Go ahead and go to sleep," Wake said with a dismissive gesture. The two rattataki twins got to their feet, bowed, and left. He looked away from them as he turned back to his practice saber, he wasn't ready to use Derriphan yet. He needed to be stronger. Just holding the weapon felt taxing. He sighed, he still had a long way to go.

The next morning...

The symposium in the expansion region that was being held was a large scale archaeological, historical, and theological study bringing together numerous experts from various fields to compare their findings on the various force using sects throughout the history of the galaxy. Of course, there were those that studied the Sith, though there weren't many sith to speak of here. None that he recognized anyway, besides himself. Wake stepped out onto the floor in his black cassock and red sash, the spitting image of a minister with his black hair drawn back and his two priestesses a step behind him and to the left. He shook hands and greeted those present, twinkling eyes and bright smiles the currency of the day.

His interest, though, was the exhibits. Specifically the sith exhibit. He was curious as to what they had dug up to bring to this audacious display. He came to a stop infront of one glass case in particular, peering down at what appeared to be a large bowl. He narrowed his eyes and glanced over at the description panel. His eyes widened, "A dathomiri spell vessel? Really!" He marveled, "Well shit, I underestimated these guys," Wake laughed slapping the side of his head.

Lila Doneeta

 

[Lila Doneeta]

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MOORJA​

Orbital Station​

The Horizon-class star yacht approached the orbital station circling the planet Moorja, entering the port with a smooth landing. On board were only Lila and a single pilot, keeping a small company for a more private event. The matters of which the senator was visiting the station were not on behalf of Thyferra or to negotiate the export of the planet's medical commodity. It was more of a personal fascination that drew Lila to the symposium above the agricultural planet.

The Twi'lek wore a flowy white gown with purple detailing, her posture tall and confident despite her stature. She departed from the vessel alone, greeting the hosts of the exhibit with sincere and kind words and a smile. An array of relics and artifacts of Force users throughout history were displayed behind glass. Her magenta eyes fell upon each one with interest, taking in their facets and reading the plaques in front of them. Though her father had raised her, the stranger that she fell upon by chance had taught her more about the galaxy than he ever did and it only fueled her interest in the unbridled power that connected all living things and could be harnessed by those attuned to it.

She noted an exhibit being admired by a young man dressed in black. The particular piece was something of great interest to her and she gracefully sauntered over, stopping behind the right shoulder of the man. "It is quite beautiful, is it not?" she began, her eyes transfixed on the bowl. "A vessel this large would probably be used to hold the sacred Water of Life revered by the Dathomirians. It is said that the waters were infused with spirit ichor to bind the flesh of an ancient being and natural elements, giving restorative properties and could imbue the drinker with power," Lila mused, absorbed by the sight of the artifact.

She noted the two priestesses escorting the man. An entourage was either to display authority or for protection. The Dathomirian-looking women could easily be both, deducing that they were Rattataki. Lila rarely liked to be escorted, feeling that it portrayed an air of importance when she did not necessarily feel worthy of it. Despite the refined facade she tried to exhibit, she felt that she was no more important than those around her whom she aimed to aid.

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Wake had just recovered from the surprise, the reality that the exhibit and subsequent symposium may in fact have items that were of genuine interest had taken him off guard. He had hoped that maybe there were items that had been brought in on accident and were overlooked, but if such an important item was properly idenitifed, then this was a whole different kind of monster. Who was hosting this? His thoughts had just gone in that direction when a voice startled him and he whipped his head in that direction.

A twi'lek, skin the color of artic ice from the look of it. That eerie ethereal blue-green. He watched her mouth move, her words hitting him seconds later. Behind him the twins twitched uncomfortably but he made a small placative gesture to stop whatever they had in mind. Instead, he leaned in a bit closer and listened a bit more carefully. An academic-a knowledgeable academic-his lip twitched as his eyes gleamed with eager delight.

"Absolutely stunning, I agree," He said with a gentle nod, he glanced her way from where he stood, looking down into the parched depths of the vessel. "To think the Dathomiri were so talented, I still have much to learn. I only have a nominal understanding of their ways," He admitted and stood up straight, extending a hand to her.

"Wake Nayne, I suppose you could call me a theologist of some sorts, may I ask who I have the absolute pleasure of speaking with?" He asked, raising his hand to his heart and cracking a coy smile. The twins rolled their eyes behind him.

Lila Doneeta

 

[Lila Doneeta]

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MOORJA​

Orbital Station​

"They are a very secretive people, to be sure," Lila reassured. She finally took her eyes off the vessel and turned to the man who had now introduced himself. Graciously, she took his hand and shook it gently. "Lila Doneeta, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance also," Lila introduced with a soft smile. Wake was clearly accustomed to pleasantries but she knew from being surrounded by politicians that it was not always the true nature of those who presented it.

Turning back to the exhibit, her lekku subtly twitched absentmindedly as she thought. "I guess you could say I share your interest in theology." Whilst not a Force user in the same way as the Jedi or Sith, Lila had the capability of tapping into its power to utilise it for incantations and rituals taught to her by the one who had saved her. Her connection was disjointed and not as honed as those trained in the Force but it allowed her to carry out feats beyond the average capabilities of people.

"This is quite the collection curated here. It is impressive what has been recovered." With the rising threat of the Sith resurgence in the Stygian Caldera, Lila wondered to herself if it was a wise decision to cumulate such artifacts into one place. The religious order was a common concern that plagued the senator's mind since the news was unveiled. Thyferra had faced the wrath of the Sith before and it was not something that she would allow to happen to the people she represented again.

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Wake tilted his head and smiled as part of his greeting, shaking hands with her before releasing his grip. He considered for a moment her name, he'd heard it before. No, Wake hadn't heard it before. But one of the many minds he'd consumed over the years had. He wasn't sure who's memories it was, probably Master Abaas, but they told him all he needed to know. The Esteemed Senator from Thyferra and the Galactic Alliance's Minister of Health. In the flesh. Now that was a surprise! Wake kept his face still as he returned to looking at the display.

"They are indeed quite the reclusive bunch, though I do hope to interview a few of them soon," Wake said simply, eyeing the stone bowl with appreciation before glancing back at her. "Do you?" He asked, in regards to her interest in theology.

He gestured past her towards another collection sitting upon red and black tables and diases, the glass on them was carefully set and thicker than most other displays. "I'm surprised Sith Theology is even represented here, given that this symposium is about discussing commonalities between the various religious forms in the galaxy. Wouldn't that require a representative or someone familiar with the topic?" He asked, though he knew the answer. The researchers had enlisted a Jedi to speak on the topic of Sith Philosophy.

What a joke.

"But yes, I see items from hundreds of cultures. Are you here representing a particular culture or just in a personal capacity miss Doneeta?" he asked, amusement plain on his face. One of his daughters stirred behind him and glared at him. He spotted her look and laughed, "Sorry, am I being too formal? Just a bad habit, certain masks for certain events. I'm sure you understand," He scratched the back of his head and gave her an apologetic smile.

Lila Doneeta

 

[Lila Doneeta]

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MOORJA​

Orbital Station​

Wake's response intrigued her slightly. From her experience, she did not imagine that any of the witches from Dathomir would be receptive to interviews, especially those of the Nightsister clan. "You would be more fortunate than most if they were willing to tell you anything more than they already allow anyone to know," she replied, looking back at the man. "I can't say that I have been compelled to visit them personally, though the idea does seem fascinating." Everything Lila knew about their magick, she had learned from one witch; one witch who was now lost to her in the vast galaxy. Being an outsider, she doubted that she would be welcomed by others.

"I hear the Sith are otherwise engaged at this moment in time." That was the nice way of putting it, not wanting to turn to talk of the ongoing uprising and events that transpired on Elom. "But it is the commonalities of these bodies that show, despite the stark contrast in beliefs, that we are all linked by the power utilised by each group." Lila was being diplomatic, which she was good at, but the thought that the religious zealots that were the Sith were similar to others left a sour taste in her mouth. That did not stop her from holding out hope that there would be some way to resolve the fighting.

Lila gave a smile in response to his question. "I am not representing any party by attending this, merely pursuing an interest. How about yourself?" she probed, wanting to see more of the person who stood before her. His bodyguards implied importance but his face was not one that she could place. "Not at all," she assured. "There is no need for pretenses." Now that she had been appointed senator, Lila tried to keep up appearances at all times, not knowing whose eyes and ears were about. She also knew nothing of her conversation partner other than a name and interest in religious relics. "It is nice to not have to wear a mask all the time," she continued with a warm smile, hoping to put him at ease.

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Wake's lips widened into an even brighter smile. Well she was a certainly interesting person. The various clans of the dathomiri witches were not seen very positively by the Jedi-favoring republic, but this one seemed fascinated by the prospect. A proper academic. Finally someone worth talking to. He chuckled a little at her sidelong remark about them being otherwise occupied. That was certainly an understatement. He rested his hands in front of his waist in a reverent posture as he listened to her.

He nodded, "Quite so, the commonalities between these various faiths and sects are a major reason why I've come actually. I wanted to learn more about the spread of these traditions and how perhaps some traditions may have influenced the others without intention," Wake said thoughtfully, looking back at the dathomiri display.

He glanced back at her and his eyes twinkled when she asked about his own origins, "I'm not representing any party either, actually," He scratched his head and shrugged, "Nah, not a big fan of that kind of thing, I'm more of an academic compared to my peers," He said with a stretch and a yawn, patting his sides a little before glancing her way, "But since we're dropping pretense, I am Sith," He said casually before looking at one of the datapads attached to another display.

"Ooh! These are so cool, girls, look at these ritual votive candlestands!" He enthused, pointing at the dark metal candle holders behind the glass.

Darya, the more sheepish of the two, stepped forward and peered inside, "T-they are candle holders, Father," The girl murmured.

Wake nodded with approval, "Quite so!" He said with humor in his eyes, "But it's about what they were used for! These were used for funerary rites to speak with the ghost in the moments after they passed, imagine a society where you could just holocall your dead loved one in the days after their passing to make sure their regrets were taken into consideration," Wake laughed, "How novel..."

Lila Doneeta

 

[Lila Doneeta]

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MOORJA​

Orbital Station​

Lila listened to him intently as he spoke. "An interesting prospect," she mused. "Each one, after all, focuses on certain aspects of the Force, even if it is otherwise utilised as a different manifestation. I am sure aspects from each must have derived from a common source throughout history just as living beings evolve over time." It was not often that she could voice her thoughts on such matters and Lila was enjoying the fact that she could speak purely academically with the man.

Lila could not help but let her smile drop a little upon hearing the revelation that Wake was a Sith. Her chin raised, less of a comfortable stance than she was exhibiting before. She watched him carefully as he rambled on about candlesticks, not taking in the words. She hated his kind for the tragedy they wrought upon the galaxy. Her fingers twitched but she held them at her stomach, maintaining her decorum.

She took a breath and projected the contentment she felt before. The idea of the exhibit was to unify the religions in a scholastic manner. It was no place for discourse and the Twi'lek hated confrontation where it could be avoided. After all, it would do no one any good if she lost her temper.

Father? The man seemed too young for the two women to be his offspring and they bared no familial resemblance, though she knew that age could be halted through a powerful connection with the Force. Lila realised that she had been quiet for maybe too long, the conflict in her mind distracting her. "Providing the means of contacting those passed from this plane can be a comfort but it can also lead you further down a darker path." A flash of green ichor filled her thoughts as memories flooded back.

After a second, she composed herself and felt even more uneasy in the presence of the Sith. Lila turned and walked over to another case, away from the one the trio was facing. It housed a witches' orb, no longer alive with the orange light that swirled within. There was no magick left within the relic. All that remained was the empty, lifeless orb. It was fine, she had moved away from the situation and the two would wander to other areas of the exhibit and she would not have to remain in the company of Wake Nayne.

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Wake's lips twisted into a mischevious smile when he felt her emotions flicker, rise, and fall. There was a sudden burst of intensity followed by a temprance. She was conflicted about what to do with the information he provided her, but she wasn't immediately calling foul on his presence. She just wanted distance, curious. Why was she so hesitant? Sure, this was neutral territory, but very few cultures welcomed Sith with open arms. She could have done something about it.

He watched her go and glanced playfully back at his daughters who shrugged at him. He sighed, they still hadn't learned to have fun with the hunt. Oh well, they'd learn in time. He crossed his arms behind his back and moved to another stand, a nightwitch gown. He admired it quietly as another presence approached him. One bathed in light.

"Wake Nayne," An even-toned voice said.

"That's my name," Wake said to the gown, not looking back, "Are you going to bother introducing yourself, master Jedi?"

There was a pause, "You know who I am, why bother with- no, you are right," The jedi said next to him, "I am Master Selucid of the Jedi Order."

Wake's eyes brightened and he turned, clapping his hands together now that proper decorum and respect had been shown, "Master Selucid! How wonderful to finally meet you face to face, I heard you would be speaking on the topic of Sith Philosophy during this symposium," Wake enthused.

The Jedi looked momentarily taken aback before recovering his usual serene demeanor, "You shouldn't be here, you know that the Order is hunting you for your crimes. Master Valery Noble has already informed us that you've formally joined with the Sith. Your fall is well known," The Jedi said solemnly, "I-"

Wake held up a finger, "We aren't in republic space, Master Jedi, we're on neutral ground at an academic symposium. I'm here as an academic, or do the Jedi not respect academic discourse and exchange with conflicting ideas anymore?' Wake asked, his lips thinning into a wicked smile.

"Semantics will not change that the Order knows you are here now, but you are correct that the Order will not move against you here at this Symposium. We will not undermine academia," The master said firmly.

Wake beamed with delight, "Wonderful! Then we can talk, I've happened to study a great deal of philosophy recently, we should compare notes! Ooh! Wait, no, there's someone else who you'd just love to meet, come, come!" Wake glanced around and then spotted Lila. "Aha! Lila! There she is! Lila! Come greet Master Selucid!" He called out to her, waving for her to come greet the Jedi.

Lila Doneeta

 

[Lila Doneeta]

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MOORJA​

Orbital Station​

Frang, Lila thought to herself as the voice of Wake came into earshot again. She had moderately heard the exchange shared between the Sith and the stranger who was now being brought over to her but not enough to make out what they were discussing. Her eyes remained on the orb in front of her as they walked toward her. The smallest hint of a greenish glow glimmered in the centre of the glass sphere as her emotions spiked but she composed herself.

Smoothening her dress, she took a breath before turning to the pair with a smile. Lila bowed her head in respect as she greeted the man. "A pleasure to meet you... Master Selucid, was it?" She had heard his name but wanted to hear him introduce himself. The name was familiar and she recalled that it was he who would deliver the presentation on Sith philosophy. She was uncertain if the two men knew each other prior to today and the thought made her uneasy. It was not unheard of for a Jedi to be seduced by the Dark Side, though she doubted that one would talk so openly about the Sith if that was the case.

"I look forward to what you have to say on the topic of the Sith, Master Jedi. May I ask, what started your interest in such an area?" she asked, intrigued. Lila was not sure how best to navigate talking to Wake so focused the conversation on the Jedi. She listened intently to what he had to say.

"Perhaps having someone in the actual order present could... illuminate the matter further. Their philosophy and approach are certainly interesting." It was not necessarily the word that she meant but the Twi'lek maintained the pleasantries. One of her lekku twitched a bit with how uncomfortable she felt, though the interest in the topic was genuine. She did not agree with the religious group but more understanding could aid in moving forward.

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The rather uncomfortable and confused looking Master Selucid was dragged along to stand in front of the Twi'lek woman. He took one look at her and bowed quickly, his surprise palpable. Wake glanced sidelong at him in confusion, why was he taking this interaction so seriously. "Senator Doneeta, I didn't know you'd come all this way. Forgive me for not greeting you properly. As the Orders representative during this symposium-" The Jedi blinked and then looked at Wake, he was about to say something that would have irritated Wake but was interrupted by Lila.

He blinked at her and considered her question carefully even as Wake reflected on the fact that he'd been teasing a Galactic Senator. Oh the galaxy was full of fun little surprises. He glanced at Master Selucid curiously when the Jedi finally let out a breath, "We need to understand them, their entire order was born of a schism within our own. We can't hope to stop their advance if we do not confront certain uncomfortable truths and examine their beliefs objectively."

Her next point drew master Selucid to look at Wake from the side. "I daresay that may be possible, but I'm sure there would be some uncomfortable with it."

Wake laughed, "I'm a bit tickled that you'd feel so strongly about the topic," He teased, putting emphasis on the word 'feel'. "I appreciate that you're looking back to the original schism for understanding, you're at least starting in the right place," Wake said with a shrug, "Believe me, I've had my own problems with my peers, some of them have completely forgotten the whole purpose of the sith code to begin with," He sighed. "I still get funny looks when I explain I'm a therapist and healer."

Lila Doneeta

 

[Lila Doneeta]

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MOORJA​

Orbital Station​

The downside to now holding a position within the Senate was that Lila sometimes got recognised. She had hoped that a gathering such as this would not place her face but it was to be expected when amongst academics. It was not a negative thing to want to pursue knowledge but showing an interest in such matters, particularly with the current rise of the Sith, was something that could trigger speculation and that was not something that was wanted. Though the practice that she performed in secrecy had aspects that drew upon darker forces, her intentions were only for the betterment of those who needed it. No malice drove her actions and she certainly had no alignment with the goals of the Sith.

"It is quite alright, I am merely here out of interest, not on senatorial business. There is no need for formalities, Master Selucid." She listened as the Jedi spoke of the Sith until Wake interjected. It did indeed surprise her that someone who shared the extreme views of the order had an interest in the mental well-being of others. "Would you care to enlighten us on the true purpose that has been forgotten, as you put it?" Lila asked Wake, her proud posture unmoving.

"Perhaps there is one thing that we share then. I, too, am a healer. In fact, as Minister of Health, it is important to me that we strive to provide aid to all who need it. It saddens me that we see so much unnecessary pain at the hands of certain movements to achieve expansion." She had seen firsthand the devastation that the Sith had caused by visiting the refugee camps. Those people had had their loved ones and homes ripped away from them and all because of the need for power. The thought of it made her stomach churn but she kept her composure.

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Wake's eyes positively sparkled at her curiosity though Master Selucid seemed dubious. He genuinely frowned in Wake's direction, unable to understand what he had just heard. The Jedi slid his hands into his robes and gave Wake a bit of space, "I am with the Senator on this, I find it hard to belive that the teachings of the Sith can come hand in hand with the path of a healer. It sounds more like you are the outlier among your kind, and simply believe that you are right for no other reason than your personal logic dictates it."

Wake sniffed, "I can't argue that, Master Jedi, nor do I have any intention to, it's a slippery slope," The Sith turned to both of them and inclined his head, "Slave and God," He said as if he were offering them a deeply respectful greeting. "The Sith Code was written by Sorzus Syn after she and her peers were cast out by the Jedi. While a logical woman and deeply academic, she was a wielder of the Dark Side, and as such someone who experiences emotion a great deal," Wake began, "Now, let me ask you, when she wrote the first line in the Sith Code, Nwûl tash. Dzwol shâsotkun. Peace is a Lie, There is only Passion. What peace was she referring to? Peace has a lot of definitions, but this is being used as a creed, a code, it must have a clear meaning."

Master Selucid frowned, uncomfortable with hearing the sith code spoke in the ancient language of the sith, but still contemplative, "The first line of the code is contrarian to the Jedi's There is no emotion, there is peace."

The Sith Priest nodded emphatically, "Right on the nose, Master Selucid, bravo," Wake said, wagging a finger, "The Jedi's Peace. Not a state without war. Not peace of mind. Not moments of respite. The Jedi peace, a peace with 'no emotion'. At that time, the rules of the Jedi were far more stringent on feeling any form of emotion, and while it's relaxed quite a bit these days, I'd say that there's a broad majority of the Jedi that still practice a vacancy of emotion. Sorzus Syn resented the jedi when she wrote the code. She resented their abandonment of emotion."

Wake glanced towards the Senator, "From your perspective as a healer and who has seen a great deal, what do you take from just this bit of information? Which is more frightening? An enemy that feels or an enemy that does not?"

Lila Doneeta

 

[Lila Doneeta]

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MOORJA​

Orbital Station​

Lila listened, her face giving away nothing as Wake spoke of the code practiced by both groups. Whilst she did not agree with the Sith, she could see how certain aspects could be interpreted. After all, it was the interpretation of text and teachings that shaped belief and its employment.

"You have said it yourself: this is but a 'bit of information' and not acknowledging the wider practices of both groups or their intentions. It is not for the right to feel emotion that drives the necessity to claim dominion over a planet. You speak of one line of a code that is to help guide the judgment of actions which, so the Jedi believe, allows the protection of the people. It is not the sole mantra, but a fraction of it, just as it is not the whole Sith code. The Jedi were born out of the want to protect; the Sith arose to directly combat the Jedi. An order forged of hate and preaching victory through the need for power."

Her hand picked at the nail of her other hand as they rested in front of her waste, though her expression remained calm. "Let us not forget that the line that you speak of is said to not be the original that was transcribed: Emotion, yet peace. The two can coexist. Time can change our perception and thus, such codes are forever changing, as are the aspects we focus on and interpret. I have heard many iterations and there are sure to be more in time, and this is my opinion which may be misplaced, but confining ourselves to taking the word written thousands of years ago as fact and unshaken is the wrong way to go about it. I am sure that Master Selucid here can provide greater insight into such things than I could." She cleared her throat nervously, realising she had been focusing on Wake and not the Jedi beside him who would know more than she on this subject. "That is just my understanding from an outside perspective." After all, this was supposed to be an academic outlook on the Force-using sects. It was not the place for opinion or conflict.

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Wake nodded along with a smile playing on his face, she was quite right! This did not in any way clarify the behaviors of his Sith brothers and sisters. He listened to her quietly, reflecting on what she had to say. If he could have sat down, he would have, but rather he crossed his arms withing his sleeves and considered where her words came from. She was likely, like most in the galactic alliance, predisposed towards hatred of the Sith and their ways. That was fine, he was expecting that. Yet she managed to remain nuanced and respecful despite that. He cocked an eyebrow when she brought up 'emotion, yet peace'. Ah, the Jeedai version of the code. Lost, tragically, during the schism.

Master Selucid regarded Nwul thoughtfully, his original tension having faded.

"You are actually an Academic then, not just another sith acolyte?"

Wake smiled, "I am, I've taken great pains to study our history and learn from it," His expression grew harsh, "Barbarity, Wastefulness, Precepts of Infighting and other nonsense. My forbears only have themselves to blame for losing sight of what it means to be who we are," Wake said softly, turning his gaze towards Lila Doneeta .

"You're right, time has changed our perceptions, it has allowed the code of the Sith to become distorted and lose its original meaning. I am in no way justifying the actions of my kin, nor will I say I do not endorse battle. I am Sith, I am a creature of conflict. It is where my people thrive, ultimately, and it is the way of nature. I am proud to live a natural life, in that respect, dispite the unnatural nature of many of my abilities," Wake said with an easy smile and even a playful wink, "My point is, that there was something lost from that old meaning, something that I aim to bring back to my people. I am a practitioner of the Full Spectrum of emotions within the force. I draw on the dark side by embracing all my feelings."

He glanced at Master Selucid who had abruptly gone silent, his eyes deeply contemplative and even more deeply concerned.

"I feel love, sorrow, compassion, as well as my hate," Wake looked her in the eyes, "And I am remarkably sensitive to the feelings of others."

 

[Lila Doneeta]

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MOORJA​

Orbital Station​

Even if the man who stood before her was a Sith, at least he showed self-awareness in the actions that his order conducted. In Lila's mind, their deeds had been unforgivable but it seemed as though Wake also looked on it with some distaste. There was a darkness she sensed in him, though. She could not bring herself to look into his golden eyes for too long, switching focus to the Jedi beside them. His silent, unmoving bodyguards also maintained her uneasiness.

Her eyes looked away again as the Sith winked at her, perhaps in an attempt to goad her. She did not rise to it. Whilst the dark side of the Force carried negative connotations, it was not inherently bad. Her Magick drew off a similar power that may be frowned upon by some. What determined its morality was its usage. Her aim was to use her gift to help people, the Sith way was to assist their self-interest. There were times when she could feel the temptation of giving in to the raw power that it provided but she managed to keep it at bay.

His final comment unsettled her again. Lila was uncertain whether it was to be taken as a threat or an attempt to flirt. Either way, she returned the gaze with abhorrence. "Then I am sure the horrors that your people have subjected others to weigh on you considerably," she retorted before checking herself. Her eyes looked down at the ground. "Forgive me, Master Selucid. I have some business to attend to before the presentations start. I look forward to what you have to say." It was not exactly the truth but she had reached the limit of entertaining the young Sith. She looked back to Wake briefly, bowing her head as she said, "Mister Nayne. It has been quite... illuminating."

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