Fallen Phoenix
Aboard the Vhailor
Orbiting Prakith
So it had begun. The One Sith were now fully operational and given a purpose; to sow chaos in the galaxy. Whether or not the man formerly known as Thyrian, now a mortal human, believed in their cause was irrelevant, for he would follow his Master to the end of the universe and time itself. Whatever buisness she would envelope in did not matter to him, as long as he would be able to serve her as he had for so many years already. Only a few days had passed since his resurrection at the hands of the Dark Lord, before having been called to the Gathering of the One Sith on Prakith; he had only been given so much time to get accustomed to his new self and the vast overload of senses and feelings that humanity brought with it. After the Gathering had concluded, his master surprised him by giving him his own ship in the form of the Vhailor. It had served her for so long, through all his years of service at her side, and now it was his to command. This ship and himself were already accustomed to eachother by now, with them being of the same age and both serving their Queen. Nobody had ever just given him anything before, not without expecting something in return. Whether or not his master did so, he could not tell, for she already had his complete and utter loyalty, life, and protection. Those were all he could ever offer her, for that was all he was, what he was bred for.
But this was no time to remain introspective, for her had been given an apprentice in the form of little Xavier Vi'dreya, her brother by blood. It was an honour to hone the young master Xavier's skills in the Force, which would become considerable once untapped and unleashed. This would be the first time the small boy laid eyes on the newly re-awakened Ashborn since before his death, as Kära had brought him with her to stay on the ship during the Gathering, which was only concluded a few hours ago. Knocking on the door to the boy's private room aboard the Vhailor, Thyrian asked him: "Young master Xavier? Are you in there?" The voice would be less noisy and uncontrolled, yet retain the booming quality from before.
@[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"]
Orbiting Prakith
So it had begun. The One Sith were now fully operational and given a purpose; to sow chaos in the galaxy. Whether or not the man formerly known as Thyrian, now a mortal human, believed in their cause was irrelevant, for he would follow his Master to the end of the universe and time itself. Whatever buisness she would envelope in did not matter to him, as long as he would be able to serve her as he had for so many years already. Only a few days had passed since his resurrection at the hands of the Dark Lord, before having been called to the Gathering of the One Sith on Prakith; he had only been given so much time to get accustomed to his new self and the vast overload of senses and feelings that humanity brought with it. After the Gathering had concluded, his master surprised him by giving him his own ship in the form of the Vhailor. It had served her for so long, through all his years of service at her side, and now it was his to command. This ship and himself were already accustomed to eachother by now, with them being of the same age and both serving their Queen. Nobody had ever just given him anything before, not without expecting something in return. Whether or not his master did so, he could not tell, for she already had his complete and utter loyalty, life, and protection. Those were all he could ever offer her, for that was all he was, what he was bred for.
But this was no time to remain introspective, for her had been given an apprentice in the form of little Xavier Vi'dreya, her brother by blood. It was an honour to hone the young master Xavier's skills in the Force, which would become considerable once untapped and unleashed. This would be the first time the small boy laid eyes on the newly re-awakened Ashborn since before his death, as Kära had brought him with her to stay on the ship during the Gathering, which was only concluded a few hours ago. Knocking on the door to the boy's private room aboard the Vhailor, Thyrian asked him: "Young master Xavier? Are you in there?" The voice would be less noisy and uncontrolled, yet retain the booming quality from before.
@[member="Xavier Vi'dreya"]