The Lord of Sorrow
Akhema had spent enough time on Coruscant to satisfy her curiosity and feed her what she felt was a sufficient amount of knowledge about this strange future she had found herself in. It was, strangely peaceful, and she had made at least a neutral acquaintanceship with a the Jedi Master Valery Noble. She had even cooperated with her to handle the Sithspawn in the undercity levels of Coruscant. Terrorism was unacceptable to an honorable warrior such as she. The two had parted on amicable terms, so much so that the Jedi had even wished her luck in finding her place in the galaxy and what the Force had in store for her.
What it was that drew her back to Korriban though, was nostalgia. It was this planet that she made her first kill, and that she had learned everything that her life had been and what it was now. Cloaked against the mild sandstorm that blasted the surface, the Pureblood walked through the Valley of the Dark Lords to revel in the ancient history of her people. To think so much had transpired that had resulted in such a precipitous fall that the Sith were pushed to fringes beyond even Sith space. This had been a previously difficult place to travel, but modern hyperspace technology made it that much easier. She was lacking in rage at the moment, and given only to melancholy. Such power that had flourished in the ancient times now waned. The Sith needed a true leader, one that had the vision to comprehend that an Empire was worth nothing if it resorted to destruction rather than conquest.
A heavy heart guided her to the tomb of Sorzus Syn, the Dark Jedi that codified the Code of the Sith. It was by her words and guidance that the Sith flourished and by them too that they failed. It was a volatile existence, rife with constant change and progress. For the Sith, they rejected the stagnant outlook of the Jedi. This bitter philosophical divide had caused so much suffering for her kind. That, is what sparked rage within her. She knew that the Sith perished en masse recently. Their imperial aspirations crushed before they could truly take root. This was not the way it should have been. The Sith were eternal, and even in death the Dark Side was strong. In the antechamber of the tomb she dropped to her knees and bowed in deference to the might and prestige of Sorzus Syn, if only to prevent the interference of enraged spirits.
Her thoughts stuck firmly within the nature of the Sith code. She had cooperated with the Jedi on Coruscant, but if they worked to oppose her aspirations to build an isolated Sith Empire here in the core home worlds then she would have to meet them in kind. It might have been a long shot, but she wanted to simply return the Sith Empire to its roots, to build it back up on traditions and strength. These planets were essential to her, to her people, and to the ways of the Sith. This was where it had all begun, and where it would be reborn. She was going to lay claim to the title of Sith'ari and return the Sith to glory and power. This was her home then, and it was her home now. Korriban would rise again.
What it was that drew her back to Korriban though, was nostalgia. It was this planet that she made her first kill, and that she had learned everything that her life had been and what it was now. Cloaked against the mild sandstorm that blasted the surface, the Pureblood walked through the Valley of the Dark Lords to revel in the ancient history of her people. To think so much had transpired that had resulted in such a precipitous fall that the Sith were pushed to fringes beyond even Sith space. This had been a previously difficult place to travel, but modern hyperspace technology made it that much easier. She was lacking in rage at the moment, and given only to melancholy. Such power that had flourished in the ancient times now waned. The Sith needed a true leader, one that had the vision to comprehend that an Empire was worth nothing if it resorted to destruction rather than conquest.
A heavy heart guided her to the tomb of Sorzus Syn, the Dark Jedi that codified the Code of the Sith. It was by her words and guidance that the Sith flourished and by them too that they failed. It was a volatile existence, rife with constant change and progress. For the Sith, they rejected the stagnant outlook of the Jedi. This bitter philosophical divide had caused so much suffering for her kind. That, is what sparked rage within her. She knew that the Sith perished en masse recently. Their imperial aspirations crushed before they could truly take root. This was not the way it should have been. The Sith were eternal, and even in death the Dark Side was strong. In the antechamber of the tomb she dropped to her knees and bowed in deference to the might and prestige of Sorzus Syn, if only to prevent the interference of enraged spirits.
Her thoughts stuck firmly within the nature of the Sith code. She had cooperated with the Jedi on Coruscant, but if they worked to oppose her aspirations to build an isolated Sith Empire here in the core home worlds then she would have to meet them in kind. It might have been a long shot, but she wanted to simply return the Sith Empire to its roots, to build it back up on traditions and strength. These planets were essential to her, to her people, and to the ways of the Sith. This was where it had all begun, and where it would be reborn. She was going to lay claim to the title of Sith'ari and return the Sith to glory and power. This was her home then, and it was her home now. Korriban would rise again.