Darth Arrosh
TAG: Svana Neoma
Naboo, Theed.
For Talak it was a life long forgotten the world was so far removed from his memory that he could scarcely picture himself here any longer. Only flashes remained as the memories played through his mind, a child holding onto the hand of his mother as they strolled through the market. His memory was like watching the life of another unfold, happiness and peace. Peace was a lie, or so the Sith said, though much of what they said he now questioned.
Though he left this world as a child, he was no longer that, the Sith Lord bore no mark and showed no ill intent but his presence was enough that as he moved through the crowded streets people gave him a wide berth. Giving no mind to those around him he continued toward the palace, why had he come would be the first question, how would he answer that when he didn't know for sure himself. Though perhaps he did after decades of war for a cause that ultimately fell because of its corruption what further need was there for him to fight in its name.
It seemed to him that Darth Metus had it right all those years ago when he broke away from the Sith Empire. Had he seen it then he might have followed, but he had still been a blind and devout follower of an Emperor who cared little for those who carried out his will. Experience and hindsight were excellent teachers after the fact. As he moved up the steps to the palace he drew slightly concerned glances from the guards who seemed to think it unwise to stop him they were right.
However, once he arrived at the doors to the main hall he stopped and spoke to the man there. Explaining why he had come, who he was and why he was seeking an audience with the Queen. He knew full well the distrust of the Sith, so he remained far more patient than he normally would be before finally, the man left Talak standing alone by the door promising to return shortly he would wait for now.