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  1. Drilcea

    Space

    As the hold on her disappeared her anger reappeared, though now it didn’t seem quite so important. She was struck by her teacher’s next words. Master. The word almost sat like bile in her throat and she nearly sneered but she’d agreed to ‘any terms’ so she swallowed her resentment at the word and took a steadying breath. She listened to the one-sided conversation and nearly jumped when words were directed at her. Without really thinking, letting her curiosity get the better of her, she asked, “Where are we going?”
  2. Drilcea

    Space

    Drilcea felt panic as those fingers clasped and held her, even as she realized she could still breath she sucked in greedy gasps and still clawed at the restraint. Righteous anger burned in her at every second this treatment of her continued, of every word out of the other woman’s mouth. For a moment she was 6 years old and back on Zoist, in her parents’ apartments being yelled at by her father for embarrassing them at a political function. He was telling her to stay quiet, behave, smile, something she hadn’t done right that she’d been trained to do since birth. She’d wanted to scream, yell back at him, rebel in any way but that hand of his was quick and hard whenever she would do so. She could still remember the sting on her cheek. She wanted to explode, to lash out at and then… It was gone. The anger that ruled her life since she’d learned it as an emotion. The anger that had been a crutch as her constant companion and saved her from crumbling years ago was simply gone along with every other emotion. She would have panicked but fear was gone as well. She was...empty and she couldn’t even relish in the feeling. She watched the revealed Twi’lek as she displayed her powers. She took in the hand holding her, the fire, the projection of her voice, and finally she stared at the eyes that floated before her. She’d listened as her perspective teacher burned with emotion while seeming to have taken away her own but also to the words she spat as if each was a hot iron on her tongue. Silence lingered and she listened to that, listened to the logic and reason that were the only things that remained, and listened as there in that silence that tug sang to her. It called her name, beckoned her to its sway, and it existed without her anger. As she listened her resolve clicked into place. “This is the first choice I’ve gotten to make for myself. I will accept any terms, my choice is to learn,” she replied simply. She’d been forced to learn things she had no desire in learning with no room for error and taken each punishment, she would be able to do so again for something she did.
  3. Drilcea

    Space

    In a moment she was standing, all the grace of her upbringing and confidence she believed she had straightening her spine and holding her head high, and staring into the face of Death with smoldering, molten eyes. Her nails dug into her palms as she balled her hands into tight, angry fists. “You do not get to steal my ship and then proceed to tell me that my desires are invalid. Whatever powers you possess that lets you allow yourself into my mind does not in any way mean that you know one second of my life or one ounce of who I am. I owe no explanation to a common thief who has been caught amongst her spoils.” Her words were calm, calculated, reverting back to her childhood in mannerism, but that was no longer who she was. She was her own, she was free...well, almost… “From the moment of my existence I have not been alone. Whisperings in my ear, some unknown puppeteer pulling the strings of my life at every turn. So, this is how this is going to work. You’re either going to teach me about this presence - this force which rules my every breath - to control it and gain control over my life in every aspect, or to harness it and give in to its temptations and urges. Or we’re going to dock on Nal Hutta, you’re going to leave my ship and my life, and I’m going back to Korriban until I find someone who will teach me.”
  4. Drilcea

    Space

    Silence. What met the threats, the demands, was complete and utter silence. She glared, she complied, she sat…and she schemed. The outward calm, the facade, hid the inner turmoil that was her thoughts. She studied this thief on her ship - the way she talked and moved - and the weapon poised to kill her at any moment, her mind whirling. Who was she? What was she? How did she have such a weapon? Who was she working for, if not herself? Was it coincidence that she collided with me before stealing my ship, or was this all planned? How did she get past the drones? Was she Sith? Would she be willing to teach? Would I be willing to learn from her? How do I get my ship back? Will she simply kill me because she can? All these questions and more appeared and flit away to make room for the next. So distracted she was that he barely had the awareness to register she’d been asked a question. She took a few moments to filter through her thoughts, to find the question best used in answer, and kept the facade of calm malice plastered on her face. “What destination does my ship have in store?” she replied to her captor - was she the one captured along with her ship now? She very slowly, carefully, deliberately tilted her head to the side. She had filled her voice with honey attempting to disarm them, giving them nothing but a vision of obedience. “Your mind flutters like a mynok on caf. My intentions are my own. My mission is my own and my purpose is my own.” Keenava said, seeing and feeling the tumult of thoughts and emotions that clashed violently in the robed individual's mind. “All you may know right now, is that this ship is headed to Nal Hutta. And, I am a Sith Lord.” Reticence cowed her to silence before she revealed her name. Names had power and there was no reason this individual needed to know that bit of information. But her own etiquette demanded that some level of introduction be given. Drilcea’s nose wrinkled in a sneer as she blurted, “That deplorable swamp? Why would anyone want to go there?” The words were out before she could process anything else, and, once the other’s words sunk in, her eyes snapped up to that concealed face. She tried to conceal her thoughts, form a wall of sorts around to block them, but was unsure if in doing so it would help any. Sith Lord echoed in her mind. She’d set out to find one and there was one right in front of her. She wasn’t sure if she was impressed or disappointed by what was in front of her. “Better. Though, you'll find, I'm a bit harder to get rid of than you think.” Keenava smiled dangerously through the leather veil of her hood. “Yes, a Sith. Whether I impress you or not is irrelevant. That is not my role. Did you expect all of us to perpetually scorn, wield lethally garish weapons and wear gleaming armor?” Keenava gave a short mirthless laugh before narrowing her eyes at the woman on the floor. “All of that aside, what business do you have with the Sith?” Her tone was caustic and mercurial, but her stance and position didn't change. The crimson blade echoed the crimson of her shrouded eyes, leaving little doubt to the threat she presented. “I’m searching for a teacher. I wish to learn the ways of the Dark Side of the Force,” she confessed. If they were already in her head, it was no use hiding it. She straightened her posture and tilted her head up - the way she’d always been brought up to convey herself. She stared into the face of her near-murderer, eyes void of fear and in them only challenge. “If all were as you described, I wouldn’t have had to look for so long, would I? I’d walk down the street, or spot you from a mile away. No matter, those particular skill sets going along with those types are not the skills in which I wish to learn.” Her desires laid bare, she sat in stony silence. She watched, waiting to find out if she’d make it to their destination or never make it to another planet again.
  5. Drilcea

    Korriban

    The crowd was so dense she’d nearly lost herself in it, to the current of the flow of movement. She was so focused on her own steps and on scanning the crowd for dangers - including her own race - she didn’t notice the figure rapidly make its way along her path until they collided. Well, she collided with them and made her seem like a wisp of smoke to them. She staggered in shock for a moment before anger took hold of her. Her lips tightened to a thin line and her golden eyes smoldered as she turned around, ready to give the stranger all of her righteous fury, but the crowd had started moving again around her and nearly swept her up with it. She worked against it, straining to claw her way in the direction the offending figure had so easily travelled. She finally broke through the crowd and looked about to find her target, but quickly became distracted from her goal when she spied the door of her ship lowering. “How…,” she stuttered to herself before rushing forward. She swiftly made her way onto her own ship before closing the door - or at least she thought it was her closing the door, perhaps it closed by itself - just as the engines sounded to life once more and drew both her curved blades before demanding, “Who has made the mistake of attempting to steal what is mine?”
  6. Drilcea

    Korriban

    Her palms became wet as her ship cleared the outer atmosphere of the planet and she made her way down to the landing pads. She ground her teeth as she awaited instruction on which pad to use, cursing herself the weakness of her nervousness. She'd kept to herself most of these years since leaving Ziost. She did not mourn it's destruction - it was the place she strove to escape for most of her young life. Now she was entering one of the more popular planets, so full of people there was bound to be noticing eyes of a young Sith hybrid such as herself. No matter, she told herself as she was cleared and circled to the correct pad. Landing was never one of her strong suits, and she groaned along with her craft when she hit a little harder than she could have. 'This is it,' she chanted over and over to herself as she prepared to disembark. She was going to find a Master here, one to teach her the ways of the dark side of the force that called to her every hour of her life - waking and sleeping. If there were any to teach her, they'd be on Korriban. She began preparing her speeder to be unloaded, but thought better to walk as that would bring less attention on a crowded street. She'd been stationary a little to long and would relish the exercise anyway. Double checking the security of her ship, and making sure she hadn't done any damage, she finally opened the ramp to leave. She justified her hesitation to just be acclimation of the atmosphere that blasted its way into her senses. A light wind fluttered her robes about her legs, but she held herself with her normal air of confidence and a little bit of self-importance. Her staff was strapped to her back, in full view, but her fingers toyed with the concealed blades strapped beneath her robes. It was a nervous habit that brought a small amount of comfort as she made her way towards the crowds of the city.
  7. DRILCEA'S CHARACTER SHEET Identity Real Name: Isipias Genohcyde A.K.A: Drilcea Homeworld: Ziost Species: Sith/Human Physical Description Age: 17 Height: 5'7" Weight: 120lbs Hair: Black, long Eyes: Yellow/Brown Hazel Sex: Female Facial features: - Sharp, angular face - Prominent cheek bones - Slim ‘tentacle’ protrusions (like Sith have) from her cheekbones near her ears - Small bone ‘horn’ on top middle of forehead curving backwards - Small bone ‘horn’ on tip of chin curving backwards Tattoos: Black scrolling lines of medium thickness on her face, neck, arms, torso, and legs Equipment Clothing or Armor: Layers of flowing robes cinched at the waist by a thick leather belt/cincher and a high, stiff collar. Weapon: Two curve-bladed daggars and a long staff Common Inventory: Speeder with Canopy (Knife) Faction Information Force User, Force Sensitive or Non-Force User Force User (has potential, no training) Alignment: Current Faction Affiliation: Current Faction Rank: History: Force Side: Dark Trained by: Trained who: Known Skills: Diplomacy, Stealth, Tech-Override(Lock-Picking) Background: Born to a noble family of Sith and trained to be a diplomat. She had everything in life and wanted none of it. First chance she got, she was out to pursue her own path, whether she was allowed or not, and has never looked back staying hidden as much as she could. *Personality: She’s passionate, stubborn, and driven by ambition. She doesn’t want to be handed what she wants, she wants to earn it, and if she doesn’t earn it, then take it. She can switch from one emotion to another at the flip of a switch and she possesses enough pride to not care how she seems to others. Ship Registration Name: Dark Edge Class: Modified SDS Armed Star Courier Prototype Model: Sith Infiltrator Manufacturer: Sienar Design Systems Length: 26.5 Meters Armaments: Laser Cannons (concealed) Armor: Standard Anti-Personnel Defenses: Security probe drones. Appearance: Black and Dark Grey with Orange accents. Modifications:
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