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  1. "Now you're getting it." She spoke with a smile as she stepped away, briefly ducking as the object nearly took her head off her shoulders, causing chill bumps to rise all over her skin. "The Force flows through us just as it does the pillar before you, the sand beneath you, and the air in which you breath. "Come. Sit." Sirena spoke as she sat cross legged upon the sands as night began to fall upon Korriban. Closing her eyes and opening her mind, small chunks of stone, broken roots, all began to encircle her and she prepared a fire pit before her. Once the stones encircled the dead and dry roots, she focused herself deeper into the Force and a small crackle of lightning flew from her hand, sparking the roots and starting a fire. Reaching into her satchel, she pulled enough food from it for both of them, including a bag of cookies. "You know the reasons why peace is a lie, the very passions for life existing for a reason. And I've taught that through your passions, you gain strength." She spoke, rubbing her hands briefly as the cold Korriban air began to subtly blow, causing her to retrieve her cloak. "But without power, strength through passion alone cannot sustain you. This is the basic Sith Philosophy, and I will teach you only a portion at a time so that you truly grasp their meanings." Sirena sat in silence after saying that, mainly to finish her meal, but also to allow him to reflect upon her words and what he has learnt during his own meal. But as she swallowed her last bite, she smiled and wiped the leftover from upon her lips. "Tomorrow we will depart Korriban for Onderon. So if you wish, you can adorn your armor once again" She laid back against the sand as she curled up in her cloak and looked up at the stars above them. "Or, if you've grown accustomed to the Robes, you can wear them. Either way is fine. But now that you've learn the three basic tenets, all of which you can read from the Datapad, you're true training will begin." She waited a few moments incase Roran held any reserved questions. If he did not, she would soon be asleep and tomorrow would bring him a new era.
  2. "Well..." Her faced pouted as she gazed at him, releasing the pillar from the grasp she had upon it and letting fall back into the crevasse from which it had be pulled from. "Guess it means no cookie for you." Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small cookie and threw it into her mouth as she approached him. Shaking her head, she spoke with a jest. "If it were easy, there'd be hundreds of Sith Masters running about here on Korriban rather than the many Acolytes, Apprentices, few Sith Lords and only a couple of Masters stationed here." Placing her hand roughly mid way up his back and straddling her form against his backside. "With each person, it is different. Some take it to it like breathing, others it comes in time. But I'll demonstrate it the best I can." Placing slight pressure against his back with her artificial hand, Sirena spoke. "Close your eyes. Imagine the feel of my hand as the current of the Force you saw earlier that flows into you." Reaching up with her other hand, she traced his arm softly with her fingertips until her fingers rested upon his, speaking as she did. "Next, imagine that current flowing from you, down your arm, and out of the palm of your hand." Staying beside him, she waited to see if he reacted accordingly. "Try not to focus too much on the task at hand, but rather upon the current that flows through you," She spoke softly and calmly into his ear. "Let your passions and desire guide it, assert your will and control upon it, and lift it."
  3. Sirena chuckled at a remark he made, but kept her reply silent until his lesson concluded. "Its not say that using the Darkside mutilates your form where the lightside preserves it, but rather.... She goes quiet for a moment, her mind wandering around the best way to express it before she finishes it. "Think of your form like a flower. If you leave it be, it will stay the same. Much like the Jedi are taught to view the Force. But if you pluck it for another, no matter the care that is given, it will eventually wilt away. That is the life of passion." Sure, you could follow the light, live the same life day by day, never knowing life through your passions. She chuckled half heartily, almost scoffing at the idea. "But to live through your passions, no matter the cost, is worth living. A Jedi can live his entire life and never know their self. But Sith live each day knowing themselves to the fullest." She stepped to the side a few feet, her voice echoing around them, carried upon the whispering winds. "And now that you've seen the Force, you understand the lesson: Through Passion, I gain Strength" Sirena closes her eyes, inhaling slowly as she places the palms of her hands outward, and as she exhales, the ground around them begins to tremble and shake. Sweat beads down her brow and her faces scrunches with fierce focus as she bites her lower lip between her teeth. At first, the sand seems to only to be rolling toward them, each individual grain following the other. But as her face scrunches more in her intense focus, the ground seems to rise and the hidden figure of a sunken pillar begins to form as she unearths its marbled form completely as it balances before them. Opening her eyes, she grins as she gazes at Roran, holding it in place with her prosthetic hand as she reaches toward the sky with her fleshed hand, sparks of static forming just as an intense bolt of lightning ripped from the sky and split the marbled pillar in two, one half slamming into the sand. Turning toward her Apprentice, maintaining her hold upon the half that remained before her, she spoke, the strain apparent in her voice. "And here's your next lesson. Focus yourself through your passion and understand the Force that flows through you. Use that to your advantage and attempt to lift the other half of the pillar just as you have seen me do." She winked as she placed her free hand back to relieve the strain forced by her holding it in place using one hand. "Do this, and I'll give you a cookie."
  4. "Good. You've gotten a taste of the potential that lays within you." Sirena spoke, nodding her head in approval. Reaching out, she grabbed his injured hand and rubbing a small salve she had gathered from her pouch, its touch cool and soothing. As she withdrew her hand, she winked at Roran. "It will only prevent it from blistering, but the pain will remain. Remember it and cherish it, for pain is the reminder that you're alive." Sirena stood up, dusting herself off as she instructed her student to remain as he was, encircling him as she moved about. "Now that you have felt the touch of the Force, it will only get easier, and it's pain will only intensify. Some belief it to be a gift, others, a curse. But the reality is that it is both." She let her words sink in while she gathered her own thoughts. "I say that because the Force doesn't just flow through us each individually. It flows through all, even the rock you set aflame, just I have said." "Like ourselves, the Force has a will of it's own. Not sentient perhaps, but it still possesses it's own divination. It is intertwined with Nature, guiding it as much as Nature guides it, symbioticly. This is why murder, revenge, empathy, kindness, and even co-existence can be found constant in the natural order for any form of life." She stopped briefly in front of him. "And in the same sense, we share the same symbiotic relationship with the Force through our own natural order. And through training, we can guide all three in whatever way we see fit. Such is the power we are given, but not without a price." Sirena started walking again, but this time, stopped behind him and upon leaning down, wrapped her arms around the young Apprentice, her lips close to his ear. "We can feel pain, death, wrath, envy... all emotions and passion of those that surround us and even in the Force and Nature as well. But unlike the Jedi, we accept this price wholeheartedly. Our forms will grow twisted and grotesque as our powers grow and amplify, the cause and effect of accepting such truths." Rising up with a soft grunt, Sirena chuckled and moved back to his forefront, her subtle teasing coming to an end. "Now that you have touched a few drops of the Force's touch and understand the truth of its nature, your next task is to let it guide you. Forget about your own passions and reach outward. Feel the passions of the life that surrounds us, even my own, and reach out as far as you can. For it's not only your own passions that can empower you, but so can the passions that surround you. Sirena let her guard down, allowing Roran to invade her mind if he so wished. But all he would find was her lust for acceptance and her rage against rejection. Those two were the passions that defined her very core. But the reasons why would elude him if he did see inside her.
  5. She chuckled, her eyes still closed as she felt her pupil's frustration, his desire to understand himself not without warrant. As to truly understand one's self was to truly know one's own heart. With a soft tone she spoke. "What you feel is wrath. It is a passion born of both anger and hatred, yet at the same, not. To feel another's pain and know it, is to feel empathy for that person. And by feeling that empathy is to feel their rage, and from that rage, you feel their wrath as much as your own. Such is to recognize what separates you from the stagnant Jedi." She signed a deep exhale, focusing herself solidly, letting her own mind flow upon the thoughts of his own. "It is not inherently dark to feel empathy for another, because of our natural nature, it is hardwired into us from before birth. What separates us is that we act upon it. We revel in it. We become it. We see what is done and we act accordingly, choosing to follow our nature rather than to fight it. Because as I've said, to fight our nature is to fight ourselves." She chuckled one again. "Let the Jedi fight their nature and decide what is right or wrong. That is their nature, to decisively argue against their own. But as Sith, we know the true path of simply acting. Defend the weak. Seek revenge of the harmed. Let the morals that bind you melt away and do as you wish. Such is the freedom given to us." "The world views us as criminals, heretics even, mainly because we choose not to follow the moral high ground." Her blue gaze finally opens, staring straight at Roran. "But that's okay. We dont care how the Galaxy views us, only how we view ourselves. And honestly, I'd rather be viewed a criminal than a pacifist who sits idly by. That is the truth of any Sith." As the wind began to slowly pick up around them, Sirena covered her form, pulling the cloak to protect against the swirling shards of dust. "The side of the Force known as the Dark Side is simply known as that because we stick to no morals, rather choosing to free ourselves to simply be ourselves. And in that, we find our true nature. Which is the lesson for today. Find yourself, understand yourself and your nature, and free yourself of stagnation. Act upon your passions and let them grow with you, and in the end, discover yourself."
  6. "Good." She spoke as she heard him come out of his trance, his delving deeper than she predicted. He had stood on the precipice of the Force and the gasping for air was a reaction from taking the plunge. Only those with raw talent feared not to tread where others dared not to. She grinned as he spoke his passions, her eyes still closed and focusing on what he was feeling as he delved. He was close to the truth, but he had not truly seen it quite yet. "Hope and empathy, you say? Are you sure?" Sirena sat in silence for the moments that passed, letting his mind wonder on what she had meant before she spoke again. "And what would you do if someone dared to tread upon the hopes of another? To crush their dreams without empathy nor remorse? Delve back within yourself, focus on the thoughts of how you would react if you saw another doing such evil. Yet this time, follow that focus and let your passions guide you. And when you have the answer, grasp at it with all your intent. And when your grasp at it, let this be your target." Sirena reached into her pocket with little movement, her eyes still closed and her mind focused, her breathing still deep and slow just as the words that escaped her mouth were. From her pocket she pulled out but a simple stone, a stone that had meant to be a marker to place upon Hu'lak's grave, but it turned out to be against his wished. With a simple toss, it landed between them with a subtle thud, partially burying its self into the sand upon landing. "Remember the feeling that you felt when you delved into yourself and began to know the true you that laid within." She said, her smirk only widening. "And then from there, delve into the aspect of witnessing someone's hopes being crushed without empathy. Focus upon that with your mind and let its energy flow through you and that of your gaze upon the target. Truly understand your passion and let it be your guide upon the journey of understanding. Your passions are but stepping stones, and to know them is to know where they lead you. "
  7. "Good." Sirena spoke, stooping down to sit upon the sands and revealing her prosthetic arm that she kept hidden beneath her cloak as she reached for the ground beneath them and positioned herself cross legged upon the dirt. "Then you have a general grasp upon life. Now sit with me and let's see if you can sense it too." Sirena offered him the ground before her, bringing her hands together in her lap, her artificial hand cupping the one of flesh and bone as she closed her eyes and took a long inhale of the air through her nose and exhaled very slowly from her lips. For Sirena this was but a simple task, her daily meditations consisting of this very beginning. "Some believe Sith to grasp at only two passions, selfishness and anger. But no one is so simple minded. We are complex beings, and though our passions may differ, there are as many within us as their is in everyone. The difference between us and those of the Jedi Order is a single line, we live through ours rather than fight to suppress them." She grinned as she felt the pressure of the sand before her shift. "To feel the Force is like any other sense. But like many beings throughout the Galaxy, those of us that aren't born without its sense, can tend to use our primary ones over it and using it without training can be as destructive to our own selves as those around us, just as any tool can be without proper instruction and yield." "I want you to focus yourself inward, look inside yourself and envision your life. Find your deepest passions, and know them. But instead of knowing them with your thoughts, try and focus the gift the Force has granted you in order to find them. You may find them to remain the same as you thought, or you may find yourself finding hidden passions that you had never known before. It doesn't matter. Only that you learn them and understand them through the Force's knowledge and not your own." Sirena inhales and exhales again. "Let everything outside you melt away, including me, and know only yourself."
  8. "Typical, but interesting... Sirena spoke as she came to a halt near a set of pillars that leaned half buried in the sand, the young Sith Lord hoping upon one and walking up toward it's tip, her arms stretched out against the winding winds and it lashed out against their forms. "Typical in that many propose guesses despite not knowing, but interesting that you responded so closely to my own when my Master, Hu'lak, asked me that very same question. Of course, my answer was the life force of those who came before us. She chuckled as she sat upon the flattened top of the leaning pillar, leaving one leg upon it to steady her balance while letting the other one dangle, her vision gazing off in the distance. "As for the Tombs, explore them at your own peril. They could still possess some treasure left to behold, but you will face many dangers that range from Tuk'ata to Terentateks. Too much to waste such a life over for a small percentage of reward, wouldn't you agree?" Her gaze shifted back to him, her voice echoing across the sands as the howling of the storm began to die down and the dust began to settle, allowing them to remove their protective apparel. Reaching up, she removes the cloak, the small breeze blowing her hair upon its gentle current. "But the reality of the Force is that it is whatever you make of it. For some, it is simply a weapon. Others, it is a philosophy or even religion. And for the rest, it is a mystical energy they know they can never comprehend." "I fall into the last category, the only truth I have discovered about it is that it is symbiotic with nature, two halves to a whole. As we are sensitive to feeling and wielding the Force, so is the Force sensitive to the flow of life, death, and existence." Her blue gaze turned stone cold as she looked at him despite her smirk still adorning her face, the tone of her voice growing stern and serious. "Is it sentient? I can not say. But it is guided by nature just as we feel we are guided by it, and vice versa." Sirena jumped from her post and landed gently, walking up to Roran in a slithering motion before she stood at his chest, her small frame gazing up at him. "Peace is a lie, there is only Passion. Tell me what these words bring to mind when I speak them."
  9. When Sirena heard the hiss of Roran's door, she lifted herself from her perch and met his gaze with her own. Not quite what she expected to see beneath the massive armor he wore, his frame still was bigger than her own. She chuckled at his words as if he truly did not understand the full grasp of what he had spoken yet, but curled her finger to and fro at him as she turned and took off in a brisk walk, heading out the nearest Temple exit. The pathway she took just outside the door led to a large mobile hangar where multiple speeders and bikes laid in inactivity, its gaping maw setting up a picturesque view of the Valley below and the pathway that led down into it. Pulling the cloak over her head, she entered the sand blasted atmosphere just outside and continued on, leaving behind the vehicles intentionally and choosing to instead make the trek on foot. "The Valley below is known as The Valley of Tombs or The Valley of the Sith Lords." Sirena spoke over the whirling winds in explaination, the petite Darth raising her hands in excitement and stretching to feel the rush of the sand enveloping her form. "It seems a good a place of any to begin." She chuckled after that and continued the rest of the trek in utter silence, the occasional twirl and chuckle when the wind picked up in a manic appreciation. When they arrived in the Valley below, Sirena slowed her pace to a slow walked. "So tell me Roran, what do you know about the Force? Do you know only what you've heard, or have you heard deeper meanings behind the subject? Do you believe it to be life? Or do you believe it be like us, an entity, symbiotic with another?" For most, her words would seem of madness, but like all madness, there was always a method behind it.
  10. "Just as I thought..." She smirked, her form turning toward the Troopers stationed behind her. "False Alarm. It's simply another Intiate for Dark King Exodus. Report your findings to your superiors Lieutenant." She spoke, dismissing the detachment and waiting for her and the crimson haired boy to be left alone before she turned back to him, the smirk having left her face and now a stern look met back at his. "You were clever to catch onto my ruse, and even wiser to heed it." Sirena began walking back toward the boy, occasionally bending her ankle and heel as she walked, her hands intertwined behind her back, and giving her a slight limp to her walk purposely. When she stood before him, her gaze peering into his above her, she gave a small chuckle. "Your death would have been useless." Offering her hand, her blue eyes fluttered. "I am Darth Sirena, Lord of the Sith. Who might you be?" Sirena was a Assassin of the Seductive nature, having been taught to use her charm and beauty as a Hapan to her advantage. So much so, that life had became a game of cat and mouse to the young Lord, whether her toys be friendly or foe. But such was the way of the Sith, to take one's true nature and guide them to become it. And even the truest of Assassins did not need to take a life to end one, just as she had did with the boy that stood before her. He was now an Initiate of the Sith Order whether it fit him or not, and now he was her's. She chuckled once more and turned away. "Follow me, little one." Her first stop upon the tour she was bringing him upon was his registration, where he filed the proper paperwork and signed away to his life to the Order properly. And then she would take his through a guided tour from the Ports and into the Temple where his new life would begin, past many Initates and Acolytes just like him, before she brought him to his assigned quarters. Inside, laying upon the bed would a change of clothes, a set of Robes and Boots, a scarf for the windy terrain of Korriban, and a simple datapad. Upon the Datapad would be the basic teachings of the Sith philosophy, as well as a map of the Temple and surrounding areas of which included the Valley of Tombs. He would fill in the rest later, just as Sirena had once did when she still bore the name Mi'lan. "Go in and change. I'll be outside when you are ready." She spoke softly, almost with an understanding voice as she placed her hand upon the bio scanner and opened the door. "Welcome to your new life."
  11. "A wise choice...." Sirena let slip from her lips in return to his his mention of not getting involved with Force Users, her curiosity as to the voluntary emotional rage within him subtly emanating from his thoughts, the Sith Lord encircling him as she inspecting the crimson haired lad. "But the problem is, is that Korriban is closed to outsiders, only open to members of the Sith Order and its Imperial Armada." Stepping back to his forefront, she turned and faced his, her blue eyes gazing deeply into his golden eyes, searching for the feeling of curiosity she had recieved from him. He was definitely sensitive to the Force's touch, that much she could feel. But was he worthy? His rage spoke of the possibility, but it was wild and untamed. And rage alone could not substantiate simple praise. He could be a simple walking time bomb, waiting to explode and destroy everything around him. Yet, she wouldnt completely dismiss the potential within him. He held some control at least. "And you are neither." She spoke, this time in a playful and coy manner, the small detail attached to her curiously wondering what he hold up was. "So standard operations dictate that a small detail attached to a Sith Lord investigate and rid ourselves of such transgressions." At those words, still playfully expressed, gave the Troopers behind her to turn their rifles from stun to semiautomatic and take aim, Sirena signaling them to remain their hold. She approached one last time, a devilish smile gracing her face as she stood upon her tip toes and whispered into his exposed ear. "And you're not dead yet either." With that said, Sirena leveled her feet and spun around as she stepped away, signaling for the detachment to lower their weapons, a rather confused look from each only hidden by the helms they wore as they did. After stepping away a few feet, she spun back around. "So I'll ask you again traveler, what brings you to Korriban? Are you perhaps a prospect, hoping to become an initiate in the ever growing Empire of the Dark King? Or are you here just for refueling?" Her smile never leaving, Sirena simply remained staring at the young lad, her eyes revealing her true intent if read correctly. Would he choose life? Or would he choose death? Either way, she intended to have a little fun with the boy. After all, he did wash up on her shores.
  12. The trip back from the chamber was fraught with wind and sand, the coverage of her cloak and leathered armor keeping most it away from her form and out the gyros of her prosthetic limb, her mind drifting toward the path that now laid ahead of her. She was now Sith, an apprentice no longer, and as such, had surpassed even her own potential and set her destiny upon an unforeseen path. Such was the fate of those whom had had evolved beyond their original intent. She had contemplated a few ideas, but none had called upon the tug of her heart. And even as she approached the Temple and made her way indoors, her mind raced across infinite possibilities. What would be her place among her brethren, and what would be her purpose within the Order? She supposed only time would truly tell. "Lady Sirena...." A voice echoed from beside her, a Imperial Trooper making an approach to her right. Removing the cloak from upon her head and shaking the dust from upon its cloth, she pinched her nose in slight frustration. "What is it Lieutenant?" She questioned in return. "An unexpected visitor recently made an arrival in the ports without authorization. I was just on my way to find Master Hu'lak." Sirena smiled, her blue gaze shifting toward the Lieutenant with pride. "Master Hu'lak has joined the Force and now resides within the Tombs, my stature having risen to the rank of Lord." Her gaze and words spoke all that needed to be said, the Trooper nodding with understanding, even if a semblance of fright ran its course up his spine. For some Sith, this was just simply the way. "Milady. The infiltrator is this way." The Trooper motioned for Lady Sirena to follow him, the Lady of the Sith falling in behind him as they made their way toward the Ports with haste, her mind curious as to whom the visitor was and why he chose such a dangerous task of making Korriban their latest destination. If they were Alliance or the false Empire, Onderon seemed more sensible. And if they were Jedi, she gleamed at the idea of such a test. She silently prayed that her enemies did not possess such ignorant operatives. But as they arrived and a small detail of Troopers falling in line, she moved to the front and the hangar doors opened with a foreboding hiss. The air went silent as she stood at the forefront, the detail assigned to this investigation spreading outward in a fanning pattern, weapons drawn and aimed toward the visitor @Psychosis. Sirena simply stood there, her blue gaze falling upon the hulking armor that hid the being within with subtle interest. Given the size of his small fighter and the area of Sith space they were located, the suit was likely for atmospheric purposes, as the older design didnt hold hyperdrive capabilities, suggesting the only possiblity he even got here in the first place meant a gutted job. And as she opened herself to the Force, allowing empathy to search his intent, she felt no level of threat coming from him... or at least, at the moment. Sirena held up her arm and closed her fist tightly, signaling the detail to hold, before she made her approach toward this being. Getting close enough to talk, her blue eyes seemingly piercing the veil of the armor's helm, she spoke but a single question. "What brings you to Korriban, traveler?"
  13. Peace is a lie, there is only passion But what is passion? Why is peace a lie? To understand those questions, one must understand themselves. This was a fundamental lesson that Master Hu'lak had instilled into Mi'lan since she began her enduring tutelage under the Sith Lord. Peace is stagnation, a false Utopia, an attempt to drive nature from existence. For in all of nature, conflict, survival of the fittest, natural selection, were all solemn truths. Because of these simple truths, it was passions that birthed growth and evolution. The passion to experience life. The passion to learn and grow. The passion to survive. And they were found in every life form from flora to fauna to sentients. Passion was the true natural order. Through Passion, I gain Strength And once one understood themselves and the truth of peace and passion, then they could begin to understand the strengths of those very passions. Passions were meant to spur growth in ones self, to inspire, and to guide. And through growth, inspiration, and guidence, one becomes stronger. And strength is a fundamental attribute in life. For without strength, there is no will. And with no will, there is no life. Like the beast that eats the plants, who is then ate by the carnivor, who then dies and becomes the soil for the plant, life must persevere. But strength alone cannot support life. As the weak become strong, others will do the same. And the need for evolution requires the next step. Through Strength, I gain Power Once one has realized the passion of life and the strength it brings, they soon realize that others have as well. Entire civilizations have evolved and fallen under the guise of strength. But those that persevered were those that realized the next step was power. Without it, strength is meaningless, futile, like a rock. A rock is strong, but useless. But chip it away and add a tip to it, and it becomes strong and powerful, a tool to be used in proper hands. It can strip fur from flesh, providing cleaner food as well as clothing and shelter. And even more, it can settle conflicts with deadly accuracy and establish dominance in a domain where the weak would attempt to prey even upon the strong. This is where natural selection guides the strong into the powerful, and let's evolution take its next step. Through Power, I gain Victory The strong and powerful cannot survive on such basic aspects alone, for with strength and power, comes the passionate envy of the weaker. The weak will always aspire to take down the mighty. But thanks to natural evolution, the stronger and powerful are gifted with greater aspects. By combining the gifts given by nature, and honing them, the weaker will remain weak. Conflict is inevitable, and by displaying one's superiority, they will continue to grow and evolve. Like the Alpha of the Tuk'ata hounds, their leadership is chosen through conflict and superiority, the strongest of the strong chosen for leadership and tested regularly. Such is the way of nature. Such is natural selection. Such is evolution. Despite the envious nature of the weak, they still need the strong to guide them into the future. Without the strong and powerful, the weak would perish. When the weak rule, civilizations fall and are lost to time. But when the strong rule, civilizations prosper. Through Victory, my Chains are Broken Once one understands the laws of nature, the process of evolution and natural selection, the truth of the Galaxy is revealed. Life is cruel and unyielding. And for most, the only means of survival is to grasp at any shred of power they can obtain. For the weak, its secrets and numbers, grasping at false senses of security in an attempt to gain it. But for the strong, its honest and natural. But even nature and evolution can only take one so far before it becomes their choice to either remain in complacency, or take the next step and free one's self from the bondages of life, even for those born with silver spoons in their mouths. Some say to free one's self and break the chains that bind them is a metaphor, others believe it makes one Sith'ari and places a destiny to only destroy those around them. But the truth is that strength and power can only sustain them. To truly live, to truly evolve into who they are meant to be, they have to push themselves beyond their potential. And in doing so, they find who they truly are and what they're capable of. That is true freedom. The Force shall free Me The Mantra of the Sith Code and its understanding can be followed and lived by any walk of life, whether they can touch the Force or not. To know and understand it is to know and understand one's self in the purest and most knowledgeable way, unhindered by oppression and stagnation. But for one born with the gift of the Force, it is so much more. To know it is one thing. But to feel it and weild it is another. The Force is symbolic as much as symbiotic with Nature as any living thing. It flows through all things, but only a select few of the living can coexist within it. Such is the nature of the Force. Like the Mantra of the Sith, it too was guided in its growth and evolution by the very nature it exists within. And for we Sith, there is no deeper truth to behold. Strong, Powerful, Dominate, it leads life with a delicate hand and grants us that are sensitive to its truth a humbling taste of its power, letting us grow like blossoming vines capable of shaping its will to our own. And as such, like the Force exists symbiotic with Nature, so do we with the Force. ************************************ Mi'lan's cyan gaze opens, her slim form rising from her meditations on Master Hu'lak's humbling words. Before her hung the curved saber of her Lording as Darth Sirena, its blade pulsating with life as it balanced in mid-air before her. Her life as a member of the Hapan Consortium was long behind her, having grown past the need for titles and the weakness they presented and only holding the title of Darth has a testament to her true self now that she had surpassed her meek potential. Her time on Korriban had long craved away such weakness and now the Galaxy stood ready and awaiting her will. A smirk crossed her flawless face as the thought crossed her mind, and her gaze shifted out on chamber toward the Temple across the valley. Today was the day of her departure for Onderon and the Dark King Exodus, a new Lord ready to make his dream a reality. No longer was she an Apprentice. Now she was Sith. Reaching out, her prosthetic hand grasp the hilt and deactivated the blade before clipping it to her hip. It was time. Darth Sirena
  14. Identity Real Name: Mi'lan Ziza A.K.A: Darth Sirena Homeworld: Hapes Species: Hapan Physical Description Age: 21 Height: 1.25 Meters Weight: 46 Kilograms Hair: Black Eyes: Blue Sex: Female Distinctive Features/Scars: Prosthetic Arm(Right) Personality/Traits: Mi'lan is an assassin of the seductive nature, using her Hapan beauty for her personal advantage despite her own hidden insecurities. Prone to fits of rage due to them. Equipment Clothing or Armor: Leathered Armor, Silk Robes Weapon: Lightsaber (Curved Hilt) Common Inventory: Credits, Change of Cloths, Sith Poison Faction Information Force User Alignment: Dark Current Faction Affiliation: Sith Current Faction Rank: Sith Lord History Force Side: Dark Trained by: Hu'Lak Thorne Trained who: Known Skills: Telekinesis, Telepathy, Speed, Breath Control, Illusionary, Force Scream, Sith Lightning, Telekentic Lightsaber Combat Pre-Faction Background: Mi'lan was born on Hapes to Imperial Sympathizers Zan and Sh'ra Ziza. When it was discovered that Mi'lan was sensitive to the Force, she was sent to the Sith Academy on Korriban. Faction Background: Mi'lan was trained as a Sith Apprentice under Sith Lord Hu'lak Thorne at the Sith Imperial Academy on Korriban.
  15. Live? I suppose you could called what state Eve existed in 'Life' as the Melodie followed the two in a twisted manner, her skin and garbs covered in her own blood as the frail and thin being barely managed to stand upon her own two feet as her knees nearly buckled beneath her stage for the stave she propped herself up upon. It took every ounce of energy she held to take each step she took in tow, even as her Reel companion Lusif made a quick entrance to catch her as she nearly fell when they neared the shuttle. Her hand attempted to shoo him away, but only found solice in his scales as he reeled his head high to keep her afoot. No. What she existed within wasn't considered life. It was a mere limbo between the two existences, as her life ended the day that ship destroyed not only the sanctuary of her people, but revealed the cowardice ways of her Elders whom clung to the protection of the waters while the younglings she protected found only death. Only the symbol that adorn the harbinger of her people's demise kept her from finding the embrace of either existence, the symbol of the being before her, the Spider. Life... Death... neither seemed possible until her vengeance was complete. As the shadow of the Scarab flickered upon her face, her gaze shimmered of the fire within her chest, the remnants of her heritage glowing brightly in the darkness after living her entire life in the darkened halls of her people's underground hatcheries like generations before her. But as the light of the Scarab's innards shown brightly upon her bloodied attire, it was subtly hinted at that she was the first to have adapted to life outside. Struggling still to take her steps into the unknown, her gaze never shifted from the two before her as she bore their existences into her memory forever. And as the young girl before poised her questions, she remained silent, unable to give her an answer vocally thanks to the burnt flesh beneath her bandages. All she could do was bare her cold and deadly stare toward the two, much like that of her Reel companion, her breathing being the only thing voiced. Yet, her thoughts spoke louder than anything she could speak. Death and decay? That is who she is. Forethought and Darkness? That was her soul. Evil? That was who they had made her to be. Like the precipice of dusk, on the twilight eve of darkness, the light within was slowly fading into blackness. And as her gaze stared intently at Telperiën, Eve smiled grizzly, her teeth stained with her own blood. "Evil begets evil."
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