Ravaged Spirit (Anja)

[Boethiah]

"That's a shame," she didn't frown but the way she spoke conveyed disappointment.

Of all the Jedi who came to The Primeval, he was the first to be so content yet so far away from realizing himself. It was spoiled, unspent power and he couldn't even realize it; not yet anyway. That was what made their nation unique, it wasn't like The Republic or Sith. They had no political ambitions, their conquests weren't justified by some greater meaning than what they needed those worlds for.

Everything was rather transparent but at the same time no one knew anything about them. So to have someone like him, it made things easier for them... Someone who could be moulded into anything they needed him to be.

[member="Evan Kenner"]

 

[Evan Kenner]

Evan sighed softly, trying to relax. He looked toward the door and contemplated making another quick getaway, but he could faintly feel what the dark jedi before him might be capable of...it would be reckless. Evan stood there for a few more moments, before asking, "If you are not sith...nor a jedi...what are you? What...who do you and this vessel belong to, if not the Empire?"

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]

 

[Evan Kenner]

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"] ?

 

[Boethiah]

"This vessel belongs to no one. We are of nowhere," she replied.

The Primeval was not a terribly well-known entity. Although their worlds were many, and their numbers strong; they still maintained a proper isolation from much of the galaxy. Despite their alliance with the One Sith, The Republic has never made direct contact with them in war or diplomacy. The Mandalorians have only ever fought them on three occasions, and the Silver Sanctum Coalition was formed to respond to this growing threat. Beyond that there was little to go off of.

[member="Evan Kenner"]

 

[Evan Kenner]

"So you're just...nomads?" Evan's curiosity grew, starting to look around with eyes of interest rather than fear. "Nomads without a purpose...?"

[member="Anja Aj'Rou"]