There was really no reason for her to be on Nar Shaddaa to begin with, let alone near the remains of what once was the Sith Academy, a likely imposing building in its time. There was plenty enough work to be done on Antecedent, the capital world of the Red Ravens. But still she stood there, scrutinizing the building, still able to feel the dark side exuding from the ruins despite the edifice having long worn out its purpose. This was but a shadow of what it had been, a footnote in the long, twisting history that cumulated to become the Sith. Still, there was an archaic, intriguing beauty about it all that she couldn’t deny. It all hinted at unseen dangers lurking just beyond her sight.
Her own signature in the Force wasn’t nearly as dark or cloying, but it still emanated that faint toxicity that spoke of one aligned with the darkness, though not necessarily with the same zeal as one of the Order. It was of her own misfortune that she had fallen, but she wasn’t in any hurry to redeem herself in anyone’s eyes. This was her way of life now, etched into her countenance with the color of her eyes, once a hazel green but now tainted, smoldering amber, the only visible signs thus far of what most would have called corruption. To her it was just another change brought on by the unpredictability of life, though whether it was for better or worse remained to be seen.
After a moment she sat, cross-legged, reaching into the ether with her senses, immersing herself in what could be called peace. It was the closest she had come lately to any type of relaxation, and likely the closest she would ever get. As a member of a criminal syndicate, she wasn’t allowed to sample life’s luxuries as the inhabitants of the planet were likely doing in the cities that sprawled in the distance. Smoothing over her darker modification of the traditional Jedi wear she exhaled slowly, opening herself up to the Force and all those sensitive within the immediate area, her eyes slowly sliding shut as she, for the shortest of seconds, let her guard dissolve away into nothing.
This semblance of calm lasted only moments longer, as her senses touched on a nearby presence, one that stood out to her against the darkness that otherwise permeated her surroundings like a fog. It was light, but not so much so that she assumed them to belong to one of the peacekeeping sects at first glance. Distinct, but not necessarily in the worst of ways. Regardless, her eyes opened to regard the scene about her once more, and she couldn’t help the single word that passed through her mind. Jedi.
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