Shadow on the Shadow World

[Cameron Centurion]

Umbara

The Irae descended gracefully through the atmosphere of Umbara with little fanfare. As it stood, the planet remained very much an independent entity. More importantly, it had yet to catch the whim of the Voice of Sector 3. Who that person was, even Cameron did not know. Truth be told, it wasn't his concern. The political movements amongst the Sith did not interest the Sith Lord. He'd spent his time in such roles...he would leave ambition for the younger Sith.

"Your Eminence. We will reach our destination within the next fifteen minutes."

Glancing up from the datapad that sat casually in his lap, Cameron fixed the man still clinging to the Way of Moross with an emotionless gaze. "I trust our arrival was coordinated with the proper authorities without issue?"

"Of course, Eminence."

A shallow nod of his head communicated his acceptance of the response. "Ensure the Tenebris is prepared to depart for Kuat upon our return."

The Priest bowed deeply before departing Cameron's presence. The Sith Lord allowed a thin smile to touch his lips as the man departed. He'd never been much for slavery, but Cameron certainly never turned away the fanatical devotion of a religious zealot. If him and the small handful like him still saw the Sith Lord as the reincarnation of Aatrox...so be it. The Crusade lived on in the hearts and minds of those that believed...regardless of whether or not an organization existed. Looking back down at his datapad, Cameron exhaled heavily before dispatching the message he'd composed for [member="Amorella Mae"]. It wasn't anything...terribly serious. Merely an indication that she would have no fears of walking the surface of her homeworld or any other world within Sith space in rather short order.

All part of the plan.

After stowing the datapad, Cameron turned his gaze out the viewport next to him. They were on their final approach. Word of a very influential military official with the Umbaran forces had reached Cameron's ear some time ago. His presence here was not in any official capacity...the One Sith couldn't really care less how effective the Umbarans were at protecting their homeworld. However, Cameron's specific interest was born out of a hint of familiarity in the description of the individual. A woman of small stature but immense capability and strength...stark-white hair and brilliantly blue eyes. He'd known only one other Umbaran that fit such a description.

The Sith Lord, however, did not realize that [member="Lady Kairos"] was not the Kara he'd known from years ago. The child that had flourished in rather short order.

 

[Lief]

Kära breathed in the air of her homeland. It was thicker than most, and lay heavy on her chest, yet she cherished it all the same. How long had it been since she had stepped upon the Shadow World? A decade? Two? It was difficult to say for certain. And yet, for whatever reason, her return had been met with appraisal and then hushed whispers, as if the people of Umbara somehow remembered the skinny little girl who had left so young.

She held her head high throughout the proceedings, and over a few days her position was elevated back to its former status. It seemed that even in this Universe she had done something to warrant their approval. How odd considering that she had been born of the lower castes. Feeling as though nothing had changed, she stepped up to the mark and took her place among some of the greatest military minds Umbara had to offer. Not that she had done anything for them, not this incarnation of her at any rate.

It was late, of course in a world set in perpetual twilight it had a habit of always seeming that way; Kära stood out on the balcony of a high tower. Like vermin the lower castes scurried around on the ground below, as small as ants from her vantage point. There was a knock at the door, which bade her turn and divulge her attention onto another. "What is it?" she inquired, as the door swung inward. The sight of a young steward, gaze averted, met her almost immediately. "My Lady" came the all-too-cool greeting from the wretch. "Your presence has been requested in the lower foyer."

With a wave of a hand she dismissed him, and he obliged without further word. Stepping across the room she had procured for herself, Kära slipped out of her gown and swiftly changed into something a little more formal. While it remained, in truth, a dress, it was simpler in design and hid the more subtle aspects of her body from sight. She was not expecting visitors, which meant whoever was waiting was not someone she was familiar with. It would be unbecoming of her to reveal too much.

The folds of her white gown settled neatly over her form. Added to the paleness of her skin and hair, it gave her an ethereal appearance... Which was rather fitting given that the real Kära of this world was likely just a ghost of the aether. Descending from her room, taking the flight of stairs as opposed to the turbo lift, the Sith Lord made her way into the entrance foyer, her posture as perfect as ever. The only inconsistency in her appearance was the lack of a scar upon her left cheek. A new one had taken its place, considerably smaller - a single streak which ran vertically down. Compared to the burn that had graced the other Kära's cheek, it was insignificant.

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[Cameron Centurion]

Once the Irae had descended completely to the surface of Umbara, Cameron removed himself from the work, well research, that had been momentarily occupying his attention. The moment the Sith Lord had stepped off the vessel, he breathed in a heavy, humid atmosphere. While the air of practically any atmosphere was extremely different from the recycled, thin air of most spacecraft, the thickness of Umbara's air was enough to register a reaction from the otherwise impassive Sith. He paused for a solid two seconds, clicked his teeth softly, and resumed his progress towards the edifice before him.

Unlike Kara, Cameron did not have any tendency to vary his attire for situation or company. Dressed in a flowing dark blue cloak with gray trim over similarly colored pants, Cameron ascended the steps towards the entrance of the building. Dark-colored ancient Sith tattoos adorned Cameron's exposed upper torso in contrast to the bright intensity of his silver-green eyes. There was a brief, silent exchange at the door before he was permitted entrance.

Stepping into a large foyer, Ashmedai allowed his silver-green eyes to drift around his surroundings as he reached up to pull back the hood of his cloak. It was mere moments before Cameron sensed the approach of another individual. While the presence seemed...familiar, it was altogether foreign at the same time. Then again...he'd never had any intense interaction with Kara in the past at any rate.

Allowing his eyes to focus on the young woman as she descended the stairs dressed in all white, the Sith Lord stifled any reaction. His eyes briefly drifted over the presented form simply to confirm familiarity. She looked...very much like Kara, a difference in a single scar was far too benign for Cameron's level of past exposure to the woman. He waited to address the woman until she'd descended to the ground floor.

Clasping his hands behind his back, Cameron gazed down at the woman. "First glance would suggest you are Lady Kyros. Yet...I suspect that may not be completely accurate." The true telling sign would be...her lack of recognition at his presence.

[member="Snowflake"]

 

[Lief]

She watched as the large doors opened around the same time she reached the lower half of the stairs, and a shirtless man entered. One slender brow raised in half curiosity, half amusement. She had most definitely not expected to be greeted with such a sight. Still, her expression remained neutral as she descended the final few steps and was set onto a level platform... Sort of. She was considerably shorter than he, which came as little surprise considering most beings in the Galaxy were, at least near-humans. There were some ridiculously tall and short species' out there.

Removing herself from that tangent the Lady inclined her head subtly by way of greeting. It was true, she had no recollection of who this man was, but then again she had no recollection of a lot of things. Even the Ashborn's human form, the lack of the flames and the brimstone, had surprised her. But since Thyrian had put it down to memory loss, best she keep on the same train of thought.

"I am afraid your initial thoughts are more true to life" she offered, with a very tender shrug of her shoulders, "though while I mean no ill, I have no recollection of your face; yours is not the only one I'm unfamiliar with, however, so please do not take it as a slight." That was perhaps more than she had said since coming to Umbara in one term, how odd. Although as she lifted her head and peered into the man's eyes she was given a brief flash of memory to another time.

Chaos and destruction ran through her mind, everything was sporadic insofar as the memory itself was concerned. Why were there flying Ewoks? Mentally shaking her head, she suppressed the reminder of Metalorn before nodding her head in recollection to the man's name. "Ashmedei... It has been a while, My Lord."

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