Private Returning to Home Base

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Dromund Kaas
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol
Outfit: Casual
Tag: Quinn Varanin

The storms crackled and danced in the skies above Eira. The blood red eyes of the young woman stared up, feeling the rain upon her skin as she studied the bolts of lightning crackling. She had always found storms and lightning curious, beautiful and destructive. However, she had only been to Dromund Kaas once. Before Quinn had become her Master, when she was still learning the very beginning steps of the Sith. Now she was returning, but this time it was not a personal trip, not one based on education or learning. Eira was returning with the credits she had earned during her missions, the success of her hunting. Not the amount she had hoped to garner to impress her Master but something to prove that the fledgling acolyte that Eira had once been was something more. Her skills were taking the steps forward that Eira had promised to make.

She had also garnered a reputation for being outspoken, brash, aggressive with her words. Eira was cold, and refusal to budge on her stances, so Eira had not made friends. If anything, she was growing powerful enemies. It was something that made her grin, she relished the challenges that life was flinging her way. It was an evolve or die mentality that Eira viewed life as, either she evolved and grew stronger from the opponents she was curating, or she died.

But that was not the reasoning for her presence on the ancient Sith world, she was here to see Quinn. Here to apologise and explain for her absence in the recent months, and to show that she had not wasted her time away but grown, learned new skills so that she could be more than worthy of the honours that Quinn was bestowing Eira. She couldn't be a simple farmer's daughter who luckily got trained by the future ruler of the Sith. Eira needed to show she was a threat all of her own. To become the nightmare in the shadows. The blade that could only be found too late when it was hunting you.

Entering the academy, Eira was soaked, the clothes and her wild raven hair clinging to her as she stormed her way through the academy. Nerves had kept Eira away for too long, she had been ashamed that she kept Quinn at a distance, that she did not feel worthy. Eira knew that she did not look put together or the clean appearances that Quinn desired in a person that was attached to her, but Eira had spent so long overanalysing things and she knew that if she took the time to dress herself more appropriately, to tidy her appearance, excuses would leak into her mind and dwell long enough to ensure more time was wasted. She needed to just rip the bandage off and appear as she was. The mess, the feral beast that Eira allowed herself to appear as when she was not around Quinn.

Perhaps there was a reason for it. Perhaps Eira was conveying more than just a feral version of herself to her Master. Subconsciously, Eira could have seen this as a way to show how much she needed Quinn, how rough and wild she would allow herself to get without her Master's presence in her life. That only Quinn could tame the wildness that burned deep within Eira.

Standing at the door to Quinn's office, it reminded Eira of when she first met her Master. A professor's office on Jutrand, now it was Dromund Kaas. However, this was an academy with Quinn's name attached to it. A heritage that Eira had only scratched the surface in attempting to learn more about. There was a deep intake of breath, her hand hovered over the button to open the door but she hesitated. Lingered for a moment. Exhaling softly, she sighed, there was no doubt that Quinn knew she was here but politeness, respect, that took precedent.

Eira knocked on the door, waiting to be allowed into the room.

 

[Quinn Varanin]

//: Eira Dyn //:
//: Attire //:

Quinn always carried a gentler hand with Eira. Perhaps it was a mistake, but she knew the girl needed to face her demons head-on. Forcing her to bury them would only ensure rebellion.

Sometimes, you had to let them run wild, burn through the frenzy and when they finally returned, that was when the real work began.

She had already felt the feral girl's arrival planetside. The moment Eira crossed into Sith space, Quinn's lips curved into a knowing smile. Now she would become pliable, moldable — ready to be shaped into the apprentice and Sith she was meant to be.

Paperwork still lay scattered before her. Alliances and treaties, all the political knots Quinn had been focused on untangling. But this — teaching — came more naturally to her. Like her Master before her, Quinn would always be a teacher.

Sensing Eira's approach, Quinn shuffled her documents aside and stood, leaning against the front of the desk with arms crossed. A wry thought flickered — would the girl bother to clean herself up first, or come to her Master still disheveled? Either way, they had much to discuss.

"Come in," Quinn called, her voice firm but measured. "And leave whatever filth you've dragged in at the door. Then tell me where you've been — and why you've been gone so long."

Her tone was stern, not angry. The words carried weight, but her gaze held no cruelty as it settled on the girl who was — for better or worse — her first apprentice.

 

[Eira Dyn]

Location: Dromund Kaas
Equipment: Vibro-daggers, vibro-sword, blaster pistol
Outfit: Casual
Tag: Quinn Varanin

There was a hesitation from Eira, did she need to remove her clothing? Strip nude to enter? Looking down at herself, Eira wouldn't have called her outfit particularly filthy, it was dishevelled and a bit dirty with a fair amount of blood stains... But was it filthy? Was it filthy by the standards set by Quinn was the more important question. That was a yes but she also didn't think entering nude would be considered correct behaviour by her Master either. It was a difficult puzzle that the Sith Lord had set the acolyte. Does she obey the instruction given to the letter or does she attempt to demonstrate decency in her actions?

First thing first, there were items of clothing that could be removed, her boots were definitely going to be considered filthy, even if they looked clean externally, internally Eira made no attempts to keep those clean. So the socks could be removed as well. Her gloves, gone, another simple item of clothing that would be considered filthy as well. The trousers came off as well, Eira was fine with that since she still had underwear underneath that made sure she was still decent. The weapons were placed on top of all of these as well. Then Eira looked down at pondered, she figured this was the bare maximum she could remove in terms of filth while maintaining the most amount of decency she could uphold.

Entering the room, "apologies Master. I did not think you would appreciate if I removed any more filth..." Eira stated immediately, walking up to the desk and then falling to her knees. Lowering herself in an apology for this. "I should have come here in more appropriate attire, please forgive." Eira whispered as she kept low.

"I did come with credits, killed targets and enhanced skills to better serve as your first apprentice and defender against those who wish to harm you or prevent you from achieving your full potential." Eira confessed, thinking it was best to move away from the awkwardness of her appearance and focus on what results she had and the abilities of hers that were improved in order to keep Quinn safe. That her actions were done in order to better serve as she had sworn to protect her Master on Quinn's quest to reach Empress.