Private Purpose

[Zeptepi Zambrano]

HAPPENSTANCE​

Tag: Daedros

Zeza’s Apprentice, Valen Arenais, plummeted into his obsession, focused upon dealing justice to those who had deeply afflicted him. His will intensified his connection to the Darkside and his self actualized obligation to his Master happens to be the only thing standing in his way. She shall go with him to assist in his personal quest, once he musters up enough courage to tell her that he must act on his instinct. He is so close to deciding just that, she knows. The courage he will require to stand before Zeza, tips the scale of any he ever fought on the battlefield. This final action shall be the one which curtails his evolution of promotion to Crusader Sith.

Malsheem is a fantastic creation of the Sith, but from time to time the young woman craved the sensation of nature. There is just something about a planet’s forestry that a biome cannot reproduce. Perhaps her Mother is right about the spiritual connection to Elementals. So much she bent to her Will already by command of the Darkside, and yet so many of its secrets remain in the hands of the elders. She labored to be undisturbed, basking in this unique and elusive force. She left the safety of her family for the time being, to reside where she felt lead to venture, leaving behind her Apprentice to further add to his increasing unsettling disposition, and drive him to the brink of rationality.



As an Epicanthix, Zeza naturally appears older than many humanoid teens of the same number of years. Her titles and position has caused her to develop a great deal of maturity, but shedding military responsibilities opens her up to engage in all manner of spirit of adventure akin to many teens, especially those exploring boundaries and limits. The one thing often found mulled over inside her thoughts is the question of her purpose amidst a galaxy that seems hellbent on her eradication without understanding there to be any credible personal motive.

She found herself directing her ship to witness for herself the aftermath of the annihilation of the Csilla System. Some of the respected elders of the Kainate, such as Taeli Raaf , have publicly spoken out against such political maneuvers becoming norm. Zeza often picked up on a degree of empathy concealed within a few residents of Malsheem. Such gave her cause to witness firsthand, what ghostly haunts might reveal in this area of space. Would she be moved by the site? Or shall she come to understand the need to make an example of enemies of the Sith, as usually her people are targeted, invaded, rebelled against, and attacked first, without provocation. The opposition lay based in dogma. The Darkside sets one free, does not confine in chains. Those who are able to make their mark, do so; those who are incapable, should not be set up as leaders over those who are. Always the Sith fight the wars for their citizens, it is not the other way around. Naturally, those who are weak who reap the rich life of the Sith and benefit from the service and bloodshed of Sith, pay for the grace they receive with works to benefit the whole of order.



She arrived in disguise, her papers expertly forged by someone on the inside, infiltrating galactic powers amidst factions posing opposition to the Sith. She had set herself upon Avidich which would soon lead an expedition of Scientists into the remnant Csilla System. The current intent, the extraction of geodes and metals from the asteroid belt left in the wake of the annihilation.
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[Daedros]

Darkness had filled the gaps between each void of space, rock pass by, almost as if in slow motion...a slow death to Zeptepi and her ship as it grew closer to the huge and shadow like station. Many colors were seen, silver, green, red and blue flashing over and over, showing an insight of how busy it was. Small sparks were seen, glittering down the station. At this point she couldn't tell if it was a huge ship, or space station. Before she had arrived a voice came through her coms distant, glichy and prone but well enough to know they were asking for identification. Giving them her fake name, ship number and questions they let her pass as if she was a high ranking officer of the building. Passing by the station she would look up to see something incredible, a huge pure red blaring sun. These types of suns were rare, in which after years of rocks and minerals circling its its magnetic field they turn to rare metals, crystals, diamonds and most rare of all Kyber crystals. This was one of the last mining operations for Kyber crystals as most had been destroyed in the past, or taken over by pirates and eventually abandoned.

As they were locked on her ship shook, and groaned before the doors of her ship opened letting a cool and beautiful breeze press through her pale and petite skin. They had to keep it cool in a space station like this so close to one of the hottest suns known to the galaxys. Light was poured down upon her as she left the ship, and there again there was one more identification center in which she had to check out but before she did interest had stroked through her like a spiderweb spinning itself. She would find proto weapons, mechs, mechanics and ships being worked on. Weapons that would be the death of any normals armys. Scientists of all races were racing, up and down corridors and hallways, all in hurries to work on their next projects and successions.

*After guards checked her identifications, patted her down looking for anything they eventually let her go. As Zeptopi grew closer she would now being to famously remember some of these weapons. There were huge mechs, or robots packing missles, flame throwers, prototype energy weapons and armor. There were ships experimenting on cloaking, and improved cloaking. This place was surely a minded space for operations and weapons.

Zeptepi​