Born Anew
// Lady Jorryn Fordyce //
// Objective // Investigate //
// Focus // //
Hasuras Na-Gerra
//
A hand pulled the head cover tighter as the winds continued to buffet her with the sands of Korriban, a grimace on the face of it's lonely patron. The Sith could have chosen a better planet to call their homeworld, the miserable pale dot amongst the stars appealed very little to the Echani and yet there was a reason for her to be hear.
Before her awakening, the Empire had fought against the Sith, and a charge of their Order sought to destroy their superweapon. The tale had been regarded to her by her mistress, Quinn Varanin, and in it had been a character of some significance.
Hasuras Na-Gerra.
Some boisterous mountain of a Sith by all accounts, yet one that didn't fall under the Sith Order. He had been an ally to the Princess of Eshan during the battle on the Death Star III, but that friendship was far from guaranteed. The fact that he was a pirate did little to quell the Echani's worry that he may play a threat to the sanctity that Quinn hoped to create in the Sith Order, yet it was in his territory that she found herself.
This was to be a social call, first and foremost. A meeting between two of their kind for a simple introduction and pleasantries. At least the message she had sent forward proclaimed it as such, though she came without any offerings.
Appeasing the ego of such a figure may have been the best way to go, but not conducive for what she had in mind. The reality of this meeting was a test. To discover just how enslaved by his whims the Sith Lord truly was, and if the fire of Vahl may ever scorch her charge.
A sandstone temple greeted her against the dreary background of a sand torn planet, it's grandeur painting it beautifully against the pale background in a way it's colour did not. Her eyes failed to see the top as the sandstorm raged, but that mattered little compared to it's entrance. She would not wait to be greeted before making entrance herself, pulling down the sandstained cloak as trusses of white hair hung messily in front of her face.
"I am here to see the Lord of Korriban, tell your liege to not keep me waiting."
// Objective // Investigate //
// Focus // //
Hasuras Na-Gerra
//A hand pulled the head cover tighter as the winds continued to buffet her with the sands of Korriban, a grimace on the face of it's lonely patron. The Sith could have chosen a better planet to call their homeworld, the miserable pale dot amongst the stars appealed very little to the Echani and yet there was a reason for her to be hear.
Before her awakening, the Empire had fought against the Sith, and a charge of their Order sought to destroy their superweapon. The tale had been regarded to her by her mistress, Quinn Varanin, and in it had been a character of some significance.
Hasuras Na-Gerra.
Some boisterous mountain of a Sith by all accounts, yet one that didn't fall under the Sith Order. He had been an ally to the Princess of Eshan during the battle on the Death Star III, but that friendship was far from guaranteed. The fact that he was a pirate did little to quell the Echani's worry that he may play a threat to the sanctity that Quinn hoped to create in the Sith Order, yet it was in his territory that she found herself.
This was to be a social call, first and foremost. A meeting between two of their kind for a simple introduction and pleasantries. At least the message she had sent forward proclaimed it as such, though she came without any offerings.
Appeasing the ego of such a figure may have been the best way to go, but not conducive for what she had in mind. The reality of this meeting was a test. To discover just how enslaved by his whims the Sith Lord truly was, and if the fire of Vahl may ever scorch her charge.
A sandstone temple greeted her against the dreary background of a sand torn planet, it's grandeur painting it beautifully against the pale background in a way it's colour did not. Her eyes failed to see the top as the sandstorm raged, but that mattered little compared to it's entrance. She would not wait to be greeted before making entrance herself, pulling down the sandstained cloak as trusses of white hair hung messily in front of her face.
"I am here to see the Lord of Korriban, tell your liege to not keep me waiting."