Aela Talith
The Righteous
She had lied.
Father would disapprove, mother would be livid. She was traveling on her own, and to a place that neither of her parents would ever approve of. Not just because of what the world held, but where it was located.
Byss.
It was the heart of One Sith space. It was a fortress world created and forged over the centuries to be as impregnable as Bastion itself. Emperor Palpatine had once called it his home, and after him, after the planet had been rebuilt before the Gulag Plague, her grandfather had claimed it has his primary dominion.
Aela knew that because her uncle had told him.
She and her siblings had rarely met Uncle Sven and Aunt Silva, of her relations the two of them seemed the most distant. They were nomads now, traveling upon their own ships. Father had taken them all to visit them once, though Aela had felt her spine crawl almost the entire time she had been in their presence, Aunt Silva was more Sith than Uncle Cameron.
The seventeen year old frowned sightly, shaking her head. Byss had once been home to her grandfather, the first Sith Emperor. After he had died Uncle Sven and Aunt Silva had taken the planet for their own, ruling it for nearly a decade with benevolence.
Now the world sat empty, a puppet ruler sitting in the place of a Queen or King. Yet that wasn't why Aela was going. She was going to visit her grandfathers home. The manor that Uncle Sven had told her about, the one that contained all of her grandfathers records. That was what Aela needed, Moridin's past.
Father would disapprove, mother would be livid. She was traveling on her own, and to a place that neither of her parents would ever approve of. Not just because of what the world held, but where it was located.
Byss.
It was the heart of One Sith space. It was a fortress world created and forged over the centuries to be as impregnable as Bastion itself. Emperor Palpatine had once called it his home, and after him, after the planet had been rebuilt before the Gulag Plague, her grandfather had claimed it has his primary dominion.
Aela knew that because her uncle had told him.
She and her siblings had rarely met Uncle Sven and Aunt Silva, of her relations the two of them seemed the most distant. They were nomads now, traveling upon their own ships. Father had taken them all to visit them once, though Aela had felt her spine crawl almost the entire time she had been in their presence, Aunt Silva was more Sith than Uncle Cameron.
The seventeen year old frowned sightly, shaking her head. Byss had once been home to her grandfather, the first Sith Emperor. After he had died Uncle Sven and Aunt Silva had taken the planet for their own, ruling it for nearly a decade with benevolence.
Now the world sat empty, a puppet ruler sitting in the place of a Queen or King. Yet that wasn't why Aela was going. She was going to visit her grandfathers home. The manor that Uncle Sven had told her about, the one that contained all of her grandfathers records. That was what Aela needed, Moridin's past.