Zmej Ren
100% Imperial
[SIZE=10pt]It wouldn’t be long before they landed, anonymous representatives of a very wealthy party interested in buying a very special book. Its high price equalled nothing compared to the infinite value it held for the order of Ren, its author Darth Sidious himself. Ironically enough, it’s been collecting dust in one antiquarian bookstore on Dromund Vatsu, a planet known for its Emperor-god and his obsession with powerful Sith artifacts. As such, the jungle world has become something of a goldmine for the Ren, this certainly not being the first operation to take place there. The transaction would happen in Vatsu city, and unless the Sith decided to interfere, everything was set to proceed smoothly. The female duo only had to verify the book’s authenticity, proving its current owner’s promises true, and seal the deal with credits. Nothing challenging – but those especially sensitive to the mysterious currents of the Force knew something to be amiss, even if the future was not set in stone. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Zmej briefly cast her golden hued gaze over the knight overseeing her trial, observing her. While the flame-haired woman’s appearance showed little signs commonly attributed to stereotypical warriors, perhaps except for the scar gracing her cheek, the Force brought the Ren’s true nature into the light, revealing Isla’s inner darkness in its glory. To many, it would be repulsive if they followed the foolish, dogmatic Jedi ways; Zmej Ren found it beautiful, worthy of respect and admiration, mentally branding [member="Isla Ashen"] a true devotee of the Supreme Leader. The younger, less experienced and nowhere near as powerful Ren felt truly privileged by Ashen’s willingness to spare the time necessary for this mission, especially given its primitive objective that consisted of a simple exchange. Failure was not an option though and the older knight was there to ensure all went well. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]As the blonde’s petite fingers played with the newly constructed, crude and cross-shaped weapon of hers, the disciple let her thoughts wander, imagining herself as successful as the knight next to her. If rumours floating through the academy were to be believed, such reality wasn’t that far away, though many simply found themselves impressed by the disciple’s successful streak. Zmej wanted more though, always feeling her father’s shadow stalking her like an apparition impossible to get rid of. No matter how hard she tried, how well she performed, it was never enough, and something deep inside of her knew it would never change. Once the crossguard lightsaber slipped beneath the disciple’s long robes, safely hidden underneath, Zmej pulled out something else; a small, round, flat object. The only thing her father had ever given her – his precious medal. It continued to mock her still, laughing in the disciple’s face.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Before any questions could be raised, the medal disappeared somewhere Zmej’s layered clothing. Unwilling to let it become the topic, the teenager swiftly addressed the knight, brows furrowing as she brushed away a stray lock of blonde hair.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“How many battles have you been in, sister? I am certain someone of your stature must have plenty of stories to tell and experience to share.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] The disciple stated, offering a curious, attentive smile commonly found among young, passionate students who had the opportunity to learn something from their experienced peers.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Zmej briefly cast her golden hued gaze over the knight overseeing her trial, observing her. While the flame-haired woman’s appearance showed little signs commonly attributed to stereotypical warriors, perhaps except for the scar gracing her cheek, the Force brought the Ren’s true nature into the light, revealing Isla’s inner darkness in its glory. To many, it would be repulsive if they followed the foolish, dogmatic Jedi ways; Zmej Ren found it beautiful, worthy of respect and admiration, mentally branding [member="Isla Ashen"] a true devotee of the Supreme Leader. The younger, less experienced and nowhere near as powerful Ren felt truly privileged by Ashen’s willingness to spare the time necessary for this mission, especially given its primitive objective that consisted of a simple exchange. Failure was not an option though and the older knight was there to ensure all went well. [/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]As the blonde’s petite fingers played with the newly constructed, crude and cross-shaped weapon of hers, the disciple let her thoughts wander, imagining herself as successful as the knight next to her. If rumours floating through the academy were to be believed, such reality wasn’t that far away, though many simply found themselves impressed by the disciple’s successful streak. Zmej wanted more though, always feeling her father’s shadow stalking her like an apparition impossible to get rid of. No matter how hard she tried, how well she performed, it was never enough, and something deep inside of her knew it would never change. Once the crossguard lightsaber slipped beneath the disciple’s long robes, safely hidden underneath, Zmej pulled out something else; a small, round, flat object. The only thing her father had ever given her – his precious medal. It continued to mock her still, laughing in the disciple’s face.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]Before any questions could be raised, the medal disappeared somewhere Zmej’s layered clothing. Unwilling to let it become the topic, the teenager swiftly addressed the knight, brows furrowing as she brushed away a stray lock of blonde hair.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=10pt]“How many battles have you been in, sister? I am certain someone of your stature must have plenty of stories to tell and experience to share.”[/SIZE][SIZE=10pt] The disciple stated, offering a curious, attentive smile commonly found among young, passionate students who had the opportunity to learn something from their experienced peers.[/SIZE]