The Legacy Continues

[Darth Vaildra]

Coruscant, the heart of the One Sith. A place Vaildra was not welcome nor had he been to in a long time. To come here meant certain suicide, but when the reason outways the consequences then you don't worry.

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Vaildra was millions of miles away, but he felt a disturbance or rather a ripple. When he was younger he had been involved in a dojo to improve his martial art abilities. There he had fallen in love with another student. Fate was not so kind to him as during the birth of his first and only child, his lover died and more would never happen. This led Hakora into a deep depression, he knew raising a daughter would not be a good thing. He did the only thing he could and left her at the dojo he and her mother loved. Yes, she, [member="Azula Yeshevsky"] was the sole heir to Hakora Cintera's line. She would be left in a dojo with a letter explaining her father and why he had left her and if she wanted she could find him.

That day never came and Hakora poared himself into war and saving the Galaxy only to let the darkness take over and he became Darth Vaildra, the Right Hand of the Sith Empire. It wasn't until a week ago that his daugther crossed his mind again as he felt her presence even this far away. A bond through the Force did not know distance.

He spent a few days contemplating his course in actions. She clearly never reached out to him so why should he? Unless. Something had happened. He put his armor on and suited up, he knew the path to her would be dangerous. He got in one of their small stealth ships and made his way to a place he would one day lay siege to.

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Darth Vaildra stood on a building over looking the city. Best part of this planet was it was easy to hide, worst part is it was easy to hide. He closed his eyes as he channeled into the Force more deeply searching the planet with all it's life looking for his daughter.

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

The night was upon Coruscant, and accordingly Azula was no more. She had taken a new form; the huntress. The young fighter currently stalked the rooftops of the 3,123rd level. She was near the Coru sector.

Huntress sat atop a small ledge overlooking the city, it was a pretty sight as the last shimmering light of the sun went away. The girl sighed as she looked down and imagined what it would be like to be normal, just for a moment, to have a family. However this thought was short lived as she heard the car fly around the corner.

It was time, the woman then took a large box and opened it, she began to unload the weaponry which was going to spill the blood of every man in the building opposite of her. She watched, simultaneously loading her heavy rifles and auto firing guns. The gangsters were meeting here, and she only knew this because of the night before when she tortured a young rodian named Jakxo. It was some kind of meet to discuss where the spices were going to be heading and who was buying them, and she had this place locked down.

See it wasn't that she had a problem with the drugs, it was the evil people that sold them. Each of them had done much worse crimes. Like murder.

Just like she was about to commit.

The women then looked through the scope, watching as every single member sat down all around some big round table.

Once they were settled she let them talk for about 20 minutes, hoping the ale which she spotted them all drinking would make them loosely unaware.

She then turned back, leaving the guns, they were set on a rotation timer she had programmed. Azula had 5 minutes to get in.

This was all interrupted though, her focused thought process. By some kind of feeling, like someone was right in front of her staring at her. The huntress tried to ignore it, she went on to grabbing her grappling spike and launching it at the tower above the building opposite of her, and she then let a smirk crawl upon her dark lips as she pushed the pull trigger down and launched herself towards the room, about halfway there she pulled the slack and the spike disconnected from the gun, she holstered it within seconds and had her boots facing forward as she busted right through the poorly constructed factory glass panels.

It was moments like these when it felt like time had frozen, the only sounds was that of shattering glass, obviously. The noise was a ear wrenching and she imagined it scared the living hell out of the syndicate. And yes, this was a drop on the black tie syndicate, her first one too.

Huntress then rolled across the floor, pulling her blaster and shooting a few holes right through the heads of the men on her side of the table. She then grabbed the one doing all the talking and pulled him to the floor, holding his head down as a whole barrage of blasts pelleted the place down. The guns she had set up unloading on every gangster in the room.

She felt the connection again, of course it was at a time like this. She tried to put it out of her head but it was, part of her, it was something with her own blood calling to her. It was a distraction, Azula clenched her grip around the man pinned to the ground, waiting as the hellfire raged on. Blast shots still lighting the room up.

She imaged anyone within two blocks would have seen this, they would have been blind not to.

[member="Darth Vaildra"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Darth Vaildra did not find her the first time, this would have been the first time she felt something. He cleared his mind again, he needed a stronger connection to the area. He closed his eyes as he began letting everything in. He saw the speeders flying by, families sitting down to dinner, business happenings, prostitutes down below, beggars looking for money, thugs preying on the weak, women being raped, and someone opening fire on a room.

Vaildra honed in on this one, he could feel it, this was her. Vaildra moved from roof top to roof top like he could teleport until he reached where her weapons were. He saw her do her thing as he looked at them, they were on timers, but they were cheap weapons. He would not let her use them against him so he swiped his hand as he shattered them. He looked down at her as he slowly walked forward. He walked off the ledge she had jumped from, but did not fall. He let the wind carry him until he was level with the window she entered and floating near it.

The sky darkened even more as lightning and rain filled the night making Vaildra's robes whip around him and him look like a real ghost, a scene from a nightmare. Inside the room was where the real magic was happening as loose things like glass, paper, pens, guns and what name you began to float, but the bodies and girl would not be touched. He would float there watching how she would react or what she was doing.
[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

The ticking sound of death had stopped, yet something much darker than blood and guns had shown itself. Azula's eyes widened, a surge of reminiscent memories flowing through her. She was scared, she remembered him. Flashing memories of him touching her and..controlling her. She hadn't noticed it but her nails had dug into the man she was holding, in her frozen state she had almost killed him with her rage.

She then looked up, meeting this man's eyes as her own began to water. He, he was so familiar and it scared her. She hadn't felt her past in 3 years, and this man was her past. She couldn't run anymore. Not when it was right in front of her. The young woman held in her tears, the back of her mind showing her images of Vladimir. Was this man Vlad come back from death?

He masked his face and he carried himself like death.

She clenched her fist and looked up, meeting him. There was a small connection, something she physically felt.

Her face was burning red as she stared at her creator, Azula never did run well on emotions. Not once in her life, she was either cold or a wreck. There was no middle ground.

It didn't take long for the now young woman to remember him. Even now, she remembered the connection when he first held her. She had no words however, Azula was surrounded by her own death and destruction. A murderer, and all she could do was stare and hold back the unwanted tears.


( I listened to this piece while I wrote this. May make it sound better if you want. Ps: Korrasami <3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1pcxrdP3ums )
[member="Darth Vaildra"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

A lightning bolt tore through the sky with the sound of world's ripping as it shot behind the floating figure. The figure walked on the air as if it were his stairs as he slowly made his way to the room she was in. He could see the emotions on her face, but more so he could feel them. They were strong and warring emotions. Emotions trying to keep control and emotions wanting to tear her apart. This sort of thing he could not allow, not for her at least. Harm would not befall her on his behalf, ever.

He stepped into the room as he pressed some locks on his mask and then removed it as it mechanically fold in and he stored it on his armor. "Hello Azula Feanor, it has been too long." His tone was that of a man who had killed many and had seen much evil and pain in his life, but something that had never been there since his fall was in his voice, love. His face had a two scares, one down his eye from Teali Raaf and one horizontal one his forehead given to him by Azula's mother at a young age. He did not want to stop her from her work, He used the shadows in the room by waving her hand to bind her capture to the wall and then his mouth so he could not interrupt. "I am Darth Vaildra, but also Hakora Feanor, your father if you remember from the letter I left you long ago."

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jY9dQ8hUi7U​

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]