Darth Morrow
Queen of Horror
Emperor's Palace
Bastion
The quiet of the upper society of Bastion was a welcome one to Darth Morrow, in recent days she had picked up new apprentices, servants, guards, all haunting her every moment to a point where all she craved was silence, making way here she got her wish; though was it a momentary peace she wondered. Having been summoned by her Master was previously a worry free venture, an act that happened regularly for trivial matters or to advise on an issue.
After her transgressions against him? It had now been roughly a month in time since she was last requested. The feeling a calm left Morrow when the communicator on her ship filled with his image, unwelcome emotion creeping into her chest as she listened to his order to present herself on Bastion within the next day.
So many accomplishments had been by her hand in the past month, though that wasn't the reason The Emperor summoned his apprentice. This was to test where her loyalties lie, to test should she still be a useful tool to his empire, and to himself.
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The transport came to a shaking halt outside the palace of the Dark Lord, the woman inside stepping into the bright light from the darkened chamber as ramp extended down. Porcelain white skin greeted the empty stretch before her as the surroundings of the palace were unnervingly empty, likely for good reason. Black fit pants hugged the curves of Morrows hips as she began ascending the long staircase before her. Billowing red cape hung from her shoulders attached just barely to a tan short sleeved dress shirt, one of clear Empire fashion.
Entering the main hall her guards were left behind as they always had been, the armored guard of the man she intended to meet stood aside at her passage. In the silence of it all her heels met the smooth floor with a clack every time her foot touched down, not before long she entered the throne room, her eyes dark as magma as they made contact with an empty throne and a darkened room.
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
Bastion
The quiet of the upper society of Bastion was a welcome one to Darth Morrow, in recent days she had picked up new apprentices, servants, guards, all haunting her every moment to a point where all she craved was silence, making way here she got her wish; though was it a momentary peace she wondered. Having been summoned by her Master was previously a worry free venture, an act that happened regularly for trivial matters or to advise on an issue.
After her transgressions against him? It had now been roughly a month in time since she was last requested. The feeling a calm left Morrow when the communicator on her ship filled with his image, unwelcome emotion creeping into her chest as she listened to his order to present herself on Bastion within the next day.
So many accomplishments had been by her hand in the past month, though that wasn't the reason The Emperor summoned his apprentice. This was to test where her loyalties lie, to test should she still be a useful tool to his empire, and to himself.
--
The transport came to a shaking halt outside the palace of the Dark Lord, the woman inside stepping into the bright light from the darkened chamber as ramp extended down. Porcelain white skin greeted the empty stretch before her as the surroundings of the palace were unnervingly empty, likely for good reason. Black fit pants hugged the curves of Morrows hips as she began ascending the long staircase before her. Billowing red cape hung from her shoulders attached just barely to a tan short sleeved dress shirt, one of clear Empire fashion.
Entering the main hall her guards were left behind as they always had been, the armored guard of the man she intended to meet stood aside at her passage. In the silence of it all her heels met the smooth floor with a clack every time her foot touched down, not before long she entered the throne room, her eyes dark as magma as they made contact with an empty throne and a darkened room.
[member="Darth Carnifex"]
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