Soliath Devin Talith
Family Man
Diana walked with a purpose from her small transport. The pilot called to her, but the words were lost within the air between them. A stare of complete and utter determination hung on her face, and a serious gaze bored itself into the path before her. The knuckles in her hand were a stark white as she squeezed her fists tightly into a ball, a scowl on her face as she took off in a jog from the transport.
It had been weeks since she had first fought the Sith master on Tython. Weeks of suffering, of pain, of determined struggle. At first she had been filled with fear, terror even. She had had nightmares of the alien coming for her in the middle of the night and slitting her throat. She had had dreams of the creature breaking into her home on Tython and ending her very existence. For days and days she had sat awake, crying and broken. The Whiphid had inflicted such terror on her that it had broken her. Until she had received a new master.
Darron had given her confidence. He had pressed her, trained her, and forged her into something entirely new. Something that was strong enough to take on her former nightmare, something that was strong enough to fight back.
So it was now at the height of her confidence that Diana had sought out the Whiphid. Through extraordinary means and the gift of her Kiffar Psychometry Diana had managed to track down the strange alien creature. Now she had finally found him, she had tracked him down to this barren dust ball of a world, and here she would confront him.
Diana ran across the barren world for nearly a mile until the transport was out of sight. Then she spotted a building. A small hut in the middle of no where. She frowned slightly, and looked down at the ground. There within the mud sat a set of tracks, Diana recognized them as the Sith Masters. A smile flashed across her face and from her waist she drew her two lightsabers.
Slowly she approached the hut, and then she shouted. “Sith. Come out with your hands up and your weapons on the ground.”
It had been weeks since she had first fought the Sith master on Tython. Weeks of suffering, of pain, of determined struggle. At first she had been filled with fear, terror even. She had had nightmares of the alien coming for her in the middle of the night and slitting her throat. She had had dreams of the creature breaking into her home on Tython and ending her very existence. For days and days she had sat awake, crying and broken. The Whiphid had inflicted such terror on her that it had broken her. Until she had received a new master.
Darron had given her confidence. He had pressed her, trained her, and forged her into something entirely new. Something that was strong enough to take on her former nightmare, something that was strong enough to fight back.
So it was now at the height of her confidence that Diana had sought out the Whiphid. Through extraordinary means and the gift of her Kiffar Psychometry Diana had managed to track down the strange alien creature. Now she had finally found him, she had tracked him down to this barren dust ball of a world, and here she would confront him.
Diana ran across the barren world for nearly a mile until the transport was out of sight. Then she spotted a building. A small hut in the middle of no where. She frowned slightly, and looked down at the ground. There within the mud sat a set of tracks, Diana recognized them as the Sith Masters. A smile flashed across her face and from her waist she drew her two lightsabers.
Slowly she approached the hut, and then she shouted. “Sith. Come out with your hands up and your weapons on the ground.”