Blueberry flavored Sith
[SIZE=11pt]Pain was a teacher. The greatest teacher.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Keva was not unused to the lash of painful failures, many years ago before she had considered entering the wider Galaxy the Vagaari had slashed her face with their cruel tools of conquest: the jagged and wild scars readily available for all to see on her face now. For she was not in the field of battle this time, for an ever brief moment the Chiss had stepped away from the crucible of war to nurse her battle wounds.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Bimmisaari had so decided to give her a new scar of failure, though maybe a scar was the wrong thing to call it...they took her arm as a way to show failure. One of the Jedi filth slashing away her forearm with a deft stroke of the blade: and to her credit, Keva had taken it well. She trudged back to the medical ships with clenched teeth and her weapons intact, and that was the grandiose summarization of the whole endeavour: the small little alien clenched her teeth and took all that came at her like a phirk wall, even when the surgery came to replace her limb with a cybernetic (she had been abhorred by the idea of using some sort of biological replacement), she had forgone any sort of anesthetics. She clenched her teeth, and used the pain. Like a proper Sith would. This was a test of will at the end of the day.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]And if anyone asked her, she’d say she passed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]And now came the dull path of waiting for release from the Military Hospital where they had slapped her after the battle, now clad in nothing more than bland civilian clothing the Chiss watched the wounded trickle in: wounded legionaries of all shapes and sizes, with wounds minor to even more grizzly than her own. But she felt little sympathy. She was curious, and that was it. With an unflinching expression, she let her cybernetic hand open and close into a fist; the repetitive motions the medics had demanded of her so as to make sure the new device worked fine. And that it did, and like some sort of machine she sat there, almost void to the world around her: she stooped in her rage, a deathly Dark Side cold surrounded her. Whilst her face rarely gave away emotion, it did not take much to realize the Chiss was still furious about her injuries and failure on Bimmisaari. So void was Keva to the world around her, the Chiss hadn’t even considered the possibility of visitors: she had gained an ally in this new Empire, one [member="Anden Fancelo"], a soldier whom she had fought alongside quite a few times with at this point: more than she had with most in her career outside the CEDF all these years ago. She stewed in her rage, unaware of the Commander’s coming. She was plotting, plotting of futures, revenge, and carnage.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Like any good Sith would.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Keva was not unused to the lash of painful failures, many years ago before she had considered entering the wider Galaxy the Vagaari had slashed her face with their cruel tools of conquest: the jagged and wild scars readily available for all to see on her face now. For she was not in the field of battle this time, for an ever brief moment the Chiss had stepped away from the crucible of war to nurse her battle wounds.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Bimmisaari had so decided to give her a new scar of failure, though maybe a scar was the wrong thing to call it...they took her arm as a way to show failure. One of the Jedi filth slashing away her forearm with a deft stroke of the blade: and to her credit, Keva had taken it well. She trudged back to the medical ships with clenched teeth and her weapons intact, and that was the grandiose summarization of the whole endeavour: the small little alien clenched her teeth and took all that came at her like a phirk wall, even when the surgery came to replace her limb with a cybernetic (she had been abhorred by the idea of using some sort of biological replacement), she had forgone any sort of anesthetics. She clenched her teeth, and used the pain. Like a proper Sith would. This was a test of will at the end of the day.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]And if anyone asked her, she’d say she passed.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]And now came the dull path of waiting for release from the Military Hospital where they had slapped her after the battle, now clad in nothing more than bland civilian clothing the Chiss watched the wounded trickle in: wounded legionaries of all shapes and sizes, with wounds minor to even more grizzly than her own. But she felt little sympathy. She was curious, and that was it. With an unflinching expression, she let her cybernetic hand open and close into a fist; the repetitive motions the medics had demanded of her so as to make sure the new device worked fine. And that it did, and like some sort of machine she sat there, almost void to the world around her: she stooped in her rage, a deathly Dark Side cold surrounded her. Whilst her face rarely gave away emotion, it did not take much to realize the Chiss was still furious about her injuries and failure on Bimmisaari. So void was Keva to the world around her, the Chiss hadn’t even considered the possibility of visitors: she had gained an ally in this new Empire, one [member="Anden Fancelo"], a soldier whom she had fought alongside quite a few times with at this point: more than she had with most in her career outside the CEDF all these years ago. She stewed in her rage, unaware of the Commander’s coming. She was plotting, plotting of futures, revenge, and carnage.[/SIZE]
[SIZE=11pt]Like any good Sith would.[/SIZE]
