Arris Windrun
Gutter Goddess
"MERCY!"
An elderly emissary of the Sith sprinted down the halls, best he could with joints worn as his.
He shouted. "Mercy! The Empress has returned!"
Acolytes, instructors, and Lords of the Sith all turned their heads; their discussions of philosophy, blusterings, and casual threats were replaced by whispering and gossip. Normally, the comings and goings of Mercy were never the subject of much attention, if any at all, save her fanatical freaks. But all that changed when a Triumvir was dead.
The Dark Horse found herself perched up high in the rafters of one of the Temple's many halls. She sensed that arm ever before the old man's shouting reached her ears. Lifeless cybernetic eyes glanced down as he stopped, hands on his knees, and wheezed.
"My... My La--"
"I told you not to call me that." She groaned.
In the temporary chaos of shifting power, the Academy had fallen back into Windrun's purview. Well, with Mercy's galavanting in the Holy Worlds, all of the Covenant had fallen under her purview. People were on edge, certainly, but something uncanny had occurred. That is - nothing had fallen apart. In fact, quite the opposite. They were making moves on Alderaan, and Sith from all corners of the galaxy, even from within the Blackwall, hunted for Tira, a supposed 'ultimate dark side weapon.'
"Apologies, My... W-What do I call you?" The old man stammered.
She rolled her eyes. Whatever apathetic reply she had would have to wait. She was here.
The old man twisted his body to see who it was that approached from behind. "Star-Arm," he whispered as if warding a spirit, and groveled as he backed away.
Arris slid off the rafters and dropped down with a crouch. She hadn't fully recovered from her fight with Vestra, but it wasn't a sign of weakness. No, she wore the damage like badges of honor. Every scratch, missing chunk, singed and melted layer of synthflesh, disheveled mess of blonde hair, and crudely repaired damage around her throat where Vestra's lightsaber failed to finish the job. Evidence of her victory left bare. She was pleased with herself in that sick little way that had Arris Windrun written all over.
"Did you have fun out there?"