Purple Moon [Thraxis]

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Thraxis"] |

As Thraxis climbed aboard the Initium Darth Ayra was quietly impressed. She had expected him to take a few hours to debate the decision before coming to the realisation that her way was the only way the two could enter a relationship before he murdered his men at her whim, and yet here he was only an hour later, a new stench of death about him. She could feel it in the Force, which was all the confirmation she needed as well.

"I am a woman of my word," Ayra replied curtly, turned around and gesturing to the mannequin that held the robes of Darth Bane. Turning around to Thraxis, she explained: "These were said to have belonged to the Sith'ari himself. I can't confirm if is true, but it does hold some power that may be of use to you." Stepping aside to let Thraxis take the item, and subsequently complete their deal, Darth Ayra folded her arms across her chest.

She was no longer wearing the ceremonial robes that represented the Sith Order but was instead in normal clothes that made her look like a regular civilian. Now that Thraxis had seen her face she assumed that it wouldn't be long until this man made the connection to her life on Humbarine, and realised that he was dealing with a Sith Lord who also happened to be a Senator in the New Republic. She waited for him to confirm whether the robes were satisfactory before they completed their deal and parted ways.

 

[Thraxis]

Loadout:

Spoiler

Chasis Slot: Thraxis Armour Helmet Slot: Enigma Gas Mask
Cloak Slot: Phantasm Cloak Greave Slot: Thraxis Armour
Pauldron Slot: Thraxis Armour Foot Slot: Thraxis Armour
Melee: Cruciatus Blade Overcoat: Jkiti Greatcoat
Rifle Slot: DEMP Sidearm Slot: Pistolas
Misc: Null Generator Hand-to-Hand Weapon: Vambrace
Tuck-A-Bag Purple Rejects

The Initium. Its name was apt, it didn't bring too much of a sense of grandeur, and this dingy of a thing was surely just that. Though, by and for the thing seemed to make up for it in comfort and stealth more than anything else. But as the Grande Tour came to an end, it seemed that like the Sith said. They were a woman of their word.

Blackened robes, an insidious musk that rolled and fumed around the room in thick clots as Thraxis ran a finger over the cloth, noticing the hint of Armor weave as he raised a brow. "Dunno who Sith'ari is." He replied, pulling it from its mannequin as he wrapped it around himself. "But this should serve as an apt trade." He continued, flexing himself in the thing. He could feel the unease that rolled off it, overwhelming his small bag by great margins. It Galvanized Thraxis, as if to say I would never bend he refused to give into the unease, taking this all in stride.

He turned to Ella, still unaware of their position in a group he had long since avoided and headed with little regard outside of boredom and contempt. "Well. You know the deal, need my assistance just give me a ring." He said, knocking Keiran on his shoulder as he sputtered in a feign of awareness, empty eyes and dribbled spit that rolled and caught itself on his new Sleeping Robes. "Gotta Lobotomize this boy first." He said as he crossed past them, entering his Tank and calling for a ride to pick him up. Their business was done, and once again, Thraxis had a new employer. Though how long this one would last, he hadn't the faintest clue. Swear to god if this is another GenoHaradan or Ancient Eye I will straight up murder this Sith. He thought to himself as he primed the engines and made his presence slight on the station.
[member="Ella Nova"]

 

[Darth Ayra]

| [member="Thraxis"] |

Darth Ayra nodded her head in approval. It was the beginning of the organisation she had been coveting for so many years. She had been the one to find out the truth. The Sith of today were the antithesis of what it truly meant to follow the ways of the dark side. As such, in her eyes, they were not really Sith. They were merely pretenders to the throne of the Dark Lords of the Sith that had carved out a dynasty that predated all civilisations of today. Whilst the Galactic Republic had been destroyed, and as the Jedi faltered, the Sith had endured to carry her to this point. Seventy Sith Lords who had walked the galaxy to make sure that the true tenants of the dark side could be recognised and burdened upon the shoulders of a true champion of the dark.

Her name was Ayra. No, her name was Darth Ayra.

In this she would have gained an approving nod from Darth Bane. She had protected the secrecy necessary to bring about the Grand Plan, and had turned the situation into something beneficial in the form of a man that would serve her well. Thraxis would never truly understand his place. He would probably find out she was a Senator in the New Republic, but if he knew what was good for him then he would never tell others of it; and whilst he could make assumptions or presumptions about her motives, he would never entirely understand what she was because she would never let him know.

This was a true power in the dark side. The ability to keep others in the dark, even when they think they have a glimpse of the light. When Thraxis left her ship Darth Ayra closed her eyes, drawing in her great power in the dark side, until the facade that was Ella Nova was hers again. Opening her eyes Ella lowered herself into the pilot's chair and took off from Formos back to Humbarine with a satisfied smile.

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