The Sixth Trumpet Has Sounded

[Via Dolorosa]

The chains had finally been broken, the long overdo wait of escaping the propaganda of lies, half-truths, and overly abused brutality was behind her; or would be soon enough. No longer did she feel the need to justify her actions to anyone, especially the one who referred to himself as the supreme ruler of the galaxy; and the Sith Order. Without bothering to announce her leaving of the One Sith, she simply left her beloved Order behind for greener pastures. They no longer needed nor deserved her hard work and dedication anymore, that much was clear to her.​

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Standing in the centre of the transport shuttle, head bowed, she recalled all the good times she had running with that lot. The skirmishes, the invasions, and the conquering of planets all seemed like distance memories to her now, fluttering and broken wings caught in the jet stream of life. Darth Venefica, the name she held for so long since shedding her birth name of Xhexania, knew the fools in the One Sith would feel they had won, but it was not a victory for them by any means. She left of her own free will. ​

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A single tear rolled down the side of her left cheek, and she causally brushed it away. The tear, now a symbol to her, was one of joy and happiness. The one single tear represented her separation from the Order that had changed dramatically, from unity to power hungry fanatics coming together to praise one another for insignificant accomplishments; where the only rule was you follow our way or there is no other way. She had evolved since stepping into the Temple on Courscant almost 17 years ago, and yet, it seemed she and only a few others had evolved as well; while most simply could not mature enough to see how hideously close-minded they were.​

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The time for changes was upon her, and with the blessing of the Goddess Vahl hovering over her, she was more than ample to embrace such changes. Starting with this midnight rendezvous with a powerful Sith Witch, who recently had began to open her mind up to the failings of the One Sith around her the moment she stepped into the Sisterhood's doorway, shaking off the cold of her own exile to teach the 'foolish one' the proper path of a Sith.​

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[member="Darth Zarrah"] l [member="Kendrix"]​

 

[Grima Volitu]

Zarrah stands on a ledge overlooking the black sea listening to the waves crashing on the shore below her. Around her are three of the Covenant's sisterhood troops remaining on guard. All four waiting for that familiar sound of an approaching shuttle. Zarrah doesn't need to actually listen for it. The Force is so strong with her now that she can actually feel the arrival of the transport and the precious cargo inside. Darth Venefica. Zarrah tears her eyes away from the sea moving toward the sky. Yes, she is here.

But there is another standing in the shadows as well. One Zarrah is familiar with. One Zarrah likes. "You need not hide in the shadows, child," Zarrah says still looking into the sky. "Your sister will need you in the coming times. Blood as they say is thicker than water." Zarrah will need the Sith Lady's sister - Kendrix - to help her show Darth Venefica the right path. The true path. The true path for a True Sith to embrace. Zarrah is still pleased that this unorthodox Sith has came to her four guidance. Much she could bestow on this woman.

The shuttle lands a few yards away from Zarrah kicking up debirs in the process. Zarrah with just a small push from her mind redirects the pebbles and rocks away from her. With the troops walking behind her now Zarrah leads them and hopefully the young child toward the shuttle. The shuttle doors open and standing there with the illumination from the ship in the background stands Darth Venefica.

"Welcome home Sister," Zarrah says. "Time is precious and you have wasted enough of yours with 'them'." Zarrah looks the Sith Lady up and down calculating how much work would be needed to bring this woman into the mix. Zarrah had heard the stories about this Sith from some of the others in the Covenant and if half of those stories were true then this Sith Lady would make an excellent ally.


[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Kendrix"]

 

[Kendrix]

Kendrix made her way through the trees silently with her step. Finding herself at the edge, she glanced out at the one she renamed Raisnaneth as she stood by the bluff with the 3 troops. Kendrix stood silently. Watching her as her eyes glanced up at the sky. The bond Kendrix shared with her sister told her of the arrival. This was why Kendrix found herself in this moment. She came to let Darth Zarrah know about it as well. She already knew however.

Kendrix walked forward when, Raisnaneth called her making her way to the sith lady’s side. Since her return for Kendrix it felt as if she received a second master. Limbthír was helpful to kendrix. So much more so, but Kendrix wasn’t willing to admit that just yet. However, Raisnaneth could do more with Kendrix. There was a respect there that for some reason didn’t register as well with Limbthír. She was sure her master welcomed the togruta’s guiding hand with his student. In the end, she usually found herself by his side however not hers. This was a rare occasion however. One that Kendrix now believed was planned by the wise Togruta this whole time. She made a conscious effort to mention Kendrix’s sister in front of her. They didn’t share much of a relationship. Mainly just the odd bond that Kendrix didn’t fully understand. Since she became Darth Veles’ apprentice, she could count the number of times they encounter each other on her hand. So when Raisnaneth mentioned meeting her, Kendrix requested she join. Better yet, she more so demanded inviting herself to go with the Togruta as she lifted her chin defiantly. Darth Zarrah’s words now made Kendrix believe that it was her plan all along.

Kendrix eyes gave an eerie green glow as the light of the moon reflected off of them. A fear landed in the pit of her stomach. What if Venefica is too much like their mother? What if she isn’t able to be this true sith that they’re here to show her? The true of the matter was that Darth Venefica still haunted Kendrix with her appearance. She looked everything like their mother, and it resurfaced pain and hatred Kendrix had for her mother. Pain and hatred she didn't want to have for her sister.

She followed behind Raisnaneth filing in in front of the troops. Her eyes watching as the shuttle landed and her sister stepped out. Kendrix didn’t have many words to give her sister. Not like when she would greet her father after only a shift as a peacekeeper.

“Onoré,” Kendrix let the word drip off of her tongue as she greeted her sister. Her chin raising slightly as she presented herself.

[member="Darth Zarrah"] [member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Via Dolorosa]

The Dagobah Sith, the swamp maiden, stood on the edge of the ramp. Arrayed behind her were two Sith troops, not Sisterhood troops but troops that believed in the all power of the Sith. Her eyes fell on her sister; the one she began to love but would never speak such words; and the Togruta who stood there with wondering eyes.​

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She new, rather understood, that her life needed a change; even a better perspective on the galaxy and herself. She loved her sister, but the alien she did not know; yet. The Dagobah Sith knew of the Sith Witch and what powers she possessed; but she was not here to usurp her power. She needed direction; a purpose in life. And with the sight of her sister she understood the Sith Witch understood that to.​

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Darth Venefica was a killer; there was no mistaken that. She had killed because she was taught to, trained to; and yet, it felt wrong to her. Sickening. Was she growing weak or was she finally seeing the truth; late. Regardless of her beliefs, she was here; and so was her sister.​

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"Forgive me.....loose ends," the bare footed Sith said; her eyes looking at her sister.​

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The two Sith Order soldiers were lifted off the ground, each one grasping at their throats while their feet dangled and kicked through empty spaces; gurgling and struggling for air. With a gesture of clinching her hands into fists, broken neck bones snapped.​

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"Loose ends....."​

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If she heard the truth of this powerful spellcaster, she would never kill again in anger.​

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[member="Darth Zarrah"] l [member="Kendrix"]​

 

[Grima Volitu]

The Force worked in mysterious ways. At times Zarrah believed she understood it and at times is remained a mystery to her. She saw people fall drunk into their power while she seen others find balance. Zarrah even witnessed one forsake all the teachings of the Dark Side and Sith to join the Light and wear the robes of a Jedi and even vice versa. The Force would always resort back to mysterious ways but one who possessed true intentions or a pure heart or willing to thrown down what they once believed to be truth and open their eyes to another side was something special.

Standing before her and the young girl now was an abomination in the eyes of the One Sith. A traitor they would call her. Hunt her they would. Tarnish her name and strip her shadow from the halls of Temples and Academies as if they never existed. They could and would do all these things but they could never take from her what she was. Or will become. This Sith Lady was bold. This Sith Lady was strong.

"The first lesson who should learn is killing needlessly or out of contempt is not the True Sith way," Zarrah spoke while staring at the two dead soldiers. "I suspect though some cases can be overlooked." Zarrah stepped up to Darth Venefica and threw her arms around her. The embrace was not one of two lovers or one of family. The embrace was Zarrah's way of telling the Sith Lady that she understood. That she cared. That she supported her.

"Tell us all about it, sister. We are both eager to hear what transpired and prompted you to leave the One Sith behind," Zarrah added pulling herself away from Darth Venefica. "Then I will heal you."


[member="Kendrix"] [member="Darth Venefica"]

 

[Kendrix]

Her eyes frowned as her sister asked for forgiveness. Her brow then furrowed as she watched the two soldiers’ deaths. She wanted to step forward. She wanted to go to her. She wanted to hold her sister but something kept it from her… Her mother. The woman who never cared for anyone but herself. And now Kendrix felt the same way. The one person she cared for who also cared for her was gone. Her one love. She couldn’t help but to feel afraid that her sister would leave her just as her mother and father had before her.

Kendrix became a spectator to something she couldn’t understand at the moment. Venefica was nothing to Raisnaneth except for a fellow sith, and yet the togruta woman threw her arms around Kendrix’s sister embracing her. Kendrix stood at her distance. Jealous at the act despite her calm appearance. Kendrix should have been the one to greet her sister as such. She didn’t however. In this moment she simply wished to make sense of it. This new life of hers was still so Foreign however.


[member="Darth Venefica"] [member="Darth Zarrah"]