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  1. For the first time since they had began, Lady Sirena remained in silence. It was a solid plan, and one that had little to no chance of falter. So instead, she chose to close her lips and pay attention, allowing the youth a chance to speak, even as the Hutt made his entrance. "This should be interesting." She thought to herself as her azura gaze met that of the Hutt momentarily, his presence almost vacant and his stature reminding her of an old Master she had once heard of. She couldn't be sure, but if it was he, then things were certainly about to get chaotic and this filled her lust immensely.
  2. Sirena's gaze shifted toward Mordecai as he walked into the hangar, another following him a moment after, the significance of power flowing between them granting her all the knowledge she wished to know at the moment. They were in tune with one another, harmonic. Her smirk widened to a grin as she bowed with the other, flashing a wink at Mordecai briefly as his own Apprentice made her appearence. "Forgive me, Lord Mavanger." Sirena spoke, her tone cynical with sarcasm as her gaze shifted to Roshan despite the smile she flashed at Aliss. "My Apprentices needed a demonstration on the importance of broadening one's horizon. I'm afraid only one may have actually learned something from it, however." Offering a welcoming hand to both Mordecai and Xahl to proceed, Sirena stepped beside Roshan and Aliss, a stern voice whispering before the two presences could. "Learn from the Darkness and know yourselves. To weild the Force is one thing. To know it another." With that said, Sirena drew quiet and honed into the words about to be spoken.
  3. Onlooking as the two briefly conversed, and watching as Aliss placed the blindfold upon her face, Sirena chuckled as a smirk rose across her face. It seemed the young girl still grasped at what little understanding she could, but Roshan was keeping her at bay. This wouldn't bold well for the girl as she progressed. After all, knowledge was power. "It's a simple task, Aliss." Sirena spoke after observing the two and Roshan poised his question. "The blinfold blinds the sense of your sight and makes your other senses adapt because of this. This allows you to adapt in two forms: First learning to focus your other senses to see without sight, and allows you to see the darkness with you as it reveal its self." Sirena stands and approaches the two. "When I first adapted this method of training, I spent months in darkness. Sure, I could use the Force to see as so many do, but that wasn't the purpose I designed it for." Sirena's tone is soft and understanding, the echo of her voice barely carrying its self across the room. "I designed it so that I could understand the darkness its self and why it was impossible to see without the aid of the Force. That is where I discovered the truth. I could hear everything around me and within me. I could smell everything around me and myself. And I was one with the darkness, becoming a piece of it just as I accepted the darkness within me." "The Darkness you see behind the blindfold is the very darkness the universe was born from, absent of light. And yet, life was birthed from it and thrives in it despite the odds. That is the truth of it's Primordial Core." Sirena spoke, walking around the two, letting the clatter of her small feet echo through the chamber over her calm voice. "This is the purpose of this exercise. To learn to live in the darkness around you and learn the primordial truth of your existence."
  4. Sirena had to admit that there was something attractive about Aliss' rugged form, her eyes unable to tear themselves away as the girl got undressed and redressed, a tingling sensation creeping across her skin. She chuckled in silence to herself. This would be interesting indeed. "The purpose of this exercise is simple. The first was to find your sin. The second to empower your sin." Sirena spoke coyfully, her eyes fluttering playfully. "Now I'm requesting you to trust your sin, explore the darkness for what it is and know it both through your sin and through yourself." Sirena sits down on the table where her things resides. "If you want the power that I'm offering to teach you, the skills buried within your psyche that you have yet to unlock, then this is the path you must walk." Sirena waved her hand for Aliss to place the blindfold on.
  5. When Aliss and Roshan entered, Sirena coyfully began the finishing touches of buttoning up her blouse, allowing the two a brief moment to revel in her nude form before she cut them off, most notably the scar across her ribs. Throwing her silk robe over her leathered armor, she stood, outstretching her gloved hand to reveal two sashes. "To understand the darkness, one must know it." Sirena spoke with a stern and yet playful tone. "From now until our next lesson, I want you two to know the world around you in utter darkness. Wear these blindfolds until I say otherwise, and use your other senses to get around, even if we encounter combat before then." "Learn to accept the insight of complete darkness, and you will understand it for the better."
  6. A darkened cry echoed across the Force as Sirena opened her blood glazed eyes within the bacta tank of Mordecai's ship, the Sith Mistress gurgling on the fluids that attempted to fill her throat and lungs as her form kicked and squirmed toward than tank's surface. Reaching above her, her pulled her form up from the potential watery grave and smirked as she spit the bacta from her mouth, the blood glazing her eyes receding as she blinked. It was time for her to reveal herself, far too long studying the Darkness on Korriban. Lunging over the edge, she landed in a perch before rising, the pain of her formed bones rushing through her like pleasurable tingles. Reaching out through the Force, she beckoned her pupils and alerted Mordecai to her awakening. With that done, she reached over and grabbed her clothes, and began redressing her nude form.
  7. "Then accept humility with grace, for we are the Condemned, the Cursed." Sirena spoke as her gaze remained upon the two, the Hapian Princess' blue eyes alit with flame of the beyond. She had long saw the truth in the darkness, hidden psalms behind the false philosophy of the self proclaimed illuminating light. "We must carry the burden of truth with us until the next generation are ready to carry it." "For generations, our Forefathers have lost themselves to the madness of Falsehood, claiming Blessings illuminated by the light of the Jedi, hording power and status as if it meant something." Tears began to stream from Sirena's eyes, stinging beneath it's folds as she spoke. "But in the darkness is where the truth resides, only seen for what it is when all light is cast aside. Progression, Evolution, Advancement... These are born of unbridled Darkness where light cannot pierce. Light is stagnation." Sirena wipes her eyes, a trail of blood smearing her face. "You claim to be of the Blessed, followers of Chaos and it's false idols. But you only blind yourselves behind the light of false illumination and what you see with your eyes." As Sirena's eyes close, the void becomes pitch black, with only their forms seen before each other. "These are but glimpses of the Revelation. Just as the Progress and Evolution witnessed in the reigns of our Forefathers. But to truly see into the Darkness, to know it's depth and understand it's purpose, you have to forfeit such idealogy and bear witness to it's truth." Sirena's eyes open, a bloody glaze covering them. "Your Legacy is Life." ((Back to Raxus))
  8. "No. We're all still alive." She spoke with a chuckle, it's cackle echoing eerily across the darkened void. "And I see you still haven't grasp the concept of my last lesson, that hording power is self destructive." Sirena smirked. "Look around you both. See the truth with your own eyes from the seats of the Old Gods. Do you see them here?" Sirena spoke, having her hands across the multiverse and pointing out the swirling vortexes of souls. "Each of these hellish vortexes represent the Primordial Sins. Pride, Envy, Lust, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, and Sloth. These are the hells that await your demise. There is no escape, no matter which path you follow or who you worship. Such is the Darkness." Sirena's smirk disappeared as she waved her hands once again, her grasp shifting the construct beneath their feet and around them, scrolling across billions of memories, each different than the last in a little more than a subtle blink of the eye before it settled back upon the vortex scene, a noticable appearance of some Roshan may have known as well as the original shape the construct originally was intended for: a simple Dejarik Board. Once it has settled, Sirena glared at her two students before her. "The afterlife you see is of little matter or consequence as we are all damned to it's hellish fate, bound to it's transgression for all eternity." Sirena's tone was cold and bitter, nothing like the coyful teacher she had mascaraed for most of the portion they have known her. "What IS important is the Legacy, the mark you leave imprinted upon the Galaxy, once you're gone." Her gaze shifted from Roshan to Aliss before befalling upon them both. "Do you see the truth?" Her smirk returned, her voice coy. "Do you understand the dark reality of those you call the Blessed?"
  9. The truth of the Dejarik Board was as forgotten as it was ancient, it's purpose known only by those who could remember or those who could see through its deceit. For most, it was an illusion of reality, a hell based upon their past lives. For others, it was a place to transition and see all variable outcomes. And for the rest, it was a construct, meant to be whatever someone wished it to be; an eternal mind game of conflict and pleasure. For Sirena, it was what it was, darkness. She opened her eyes and found herself floating in its space, swirling vortexes surrounding her as sorrowfilled souls were sucked within each, damned to their own madness for all eternity. And at it's center, where she stepped down upon a central platform gracefully, was it's mindframe, a mimicry of digital illusion based upon Gods overlooking their pillages. It was a simple construct standing center amongst the multiverse it showed, flora covering it's edges with furniture placed upon it's marble form, and pillars standing in its corners. She frowned in displeasure. Opening her mind, she called to her students, beaconing their appearance before her. It was time to reveal the truth to Aliss and Roshan, the latter of which may know of this place's true purpose. Either way, she didn't mind. It was time.
  10. Deep in the bowels of Mordecai's ship, Sirena laid suspended within the confines of a bacta tank, the painful crackling of her bones realigning and the occasional wince of her unconscious body as her mind wandered to and fro. She reached out in the Force, searching her pupils, attempting to tether her mind to theirs as they laid unconscious in their own confines. It was time to finish the lesson she sought to teach. It was time to reveal the truth of false God's. In each of their minds, they heard her call, her pull. All they had to do was accept her invitation. "Roshan...." "Aliss..."
  11. "No. I did not witness it, but it's stories touched my ears." Sirena spoke, her gaze fixated on Roshan standing before her, the towering Cathar's size difference meaning little in the grand scheme of things. "Especially of Nurgle, who along with his Alcazarin's, shed his power and form to become Darth Dominus in attempt to overthrow Lady Dominique and take the title of Dark Lord. And in doing so, lost himself to Hell." "I can see this is getting us nowhere, this philosophical debate pointless. You are blind child, and now I must show you the truth." Sirena spoke with a disheartened sigh, her gaze of blue flames intensifying. "Heed my words pupil, for they are the only truth you need to concern yourself with. Let them shed your past and light your future, for the ways of old are dead, and we make our reality what we will." The Force around Sirena began to swirl, intensifying as her gaze firmed, the air around the growing cold. Sirena fought against the cold, her breath slowing as the air escaping fogged, her skin riddled with the standing of her fair hair as bumps rose across her form. And then her voice and presence became frozen to all emotions. In that moment, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "True power resides in us all, whether we believe ourselves to be chosen. Remember the Code of our forefathers." "Peace is a lie, There is only Passion." Sirena spoke as she closed off her heart with a well aimed jab of her finger to the center of her pelvic, letting her passion disappear completely from her presence in the Force. "Passion is the foundation of Life and Evolution, the key to feel and what separates us from the Artificial. Without it, we are empty vessels with no will of our own." "Through Passion, I gain Strength." Sirena continued, this time closing off the presence of her soul with a well aimed jab of her finger to her stomach, a numbing echo rippling through the flow of the Force. "Passion is our greatest sin, and without it and our will, we have no need for strength. To use our passion to fuel us, we gain the strength to progress and evolve. Every living thing has this, whether they're sentient or not. Even the weakest of animals hunger and strive for it." "Through Strength, I gain Power." Sirena said, this time closing off her presence in the Force with a well aimed jab to the sternum, the flow around her following a more natural stream. "Without the passion to strive for strength, we cannot taste power. For power is a necessary step in our evolution, to bring to fruition our desires and our dreams. These are the basic building blocks of any living being and civilization. Power corrupts absolute, but only if the weak hold it over the strong. Only if the blessed hold it over their lessers. This is where evolution or destruction happens, dependent on those who wields the Power. Share it, and you prosper. Horde it, and others will take it, leaving you defenseless." By now, Sirena could see wobbling slightly from side to side, the flow of her presence blocked. She waivered in her determination, and looked weak from the jabs, her skin paler and her eyes bloodshot. And though she was in pain, she still smirked as she gazed at Roshan. He was about to learn an invaluable lesson. "Through Power, I gain Victory." Sirena struggled to continue, taking both hands and jabbing at each side of her throat, a void in the Force erupting all around them as if the Force beaconed to stay away from her form like a stone thrown into a pond. "We are only as strong as our weakest link, even in our followers and in our pupils. This is why you must let go of the past and embrace what has become. Equality is stronger than division." "Through Victory, my Chains are Broken." Sirena spoke through gasping breaths, landing a final jab to her forehead, and causing her to almost fall backwards as she caught herself. "By accepting that we are merely a glimmer in the sands of time, accepting that our moments are fleeting and repetitive across Generations and Millennia, we can open our minds to true power. Where the Sith of Old failed were in their closed minds, unable to see out of selfishness, they doomed themselves to prison that is the afterlife, whether bound to Hell or to Body. Opening your being to the ideal of equality only ensures your true immortality, both in legend and in minds of those who follow." "The Force shall free me." Sirena spoke, stumbling backwards across the hangar, her skin aflame with heat and sweat, and her lips, nails, and nostrils blue. After she reached a safe distance away, offering her hand for Roshan to stay back and any others in proximity, she fell to her knees. "Now watch the hording of the Old Ways for what they are." The Force that had strayed from her form, that lingered at the edge of her voided presence, came crashing down around her. In that moment, everything around her, from containers to weapons, all flew outwards away from her in a torrent of power as the Force returned to her body. Sirena screamed in agony, it's ripple echoing throughout the ship as her form fell to the floor limp, every Bone in her body broken from the crushing of that which she held at Bay. Blood trickled from her lips, nose, and eyes as color returned and her lungs gasped for air as she coughed up what blood drained in her throat. In that moment, her mortality was becoming slimmer by the moment.
  12. "The God's are dead. Slaanesh, Nurgle, all of them." Sirena replied after an enlongated gaze of disbelief. It was just as she suspected. Roshan was a follower of Chaos, an old and outdated era that befell many failed Empires. Just as the Dark King, once a pupil of the Chaos God Nurgle, was before truth reigned and their mortality revealed. She shook her head. "You live in a bygone Era. This is the Age of Anarchy, where the strong survive by becoming strong, no matter the hand that was dealt them, and is welcomed. Whether you are born a Noble, or are birthed in the gutter, your strength is determined by your will. So forget the past. It is dead like the False Gods you worshipped." Sirena sat down across from Roshan, a look of pity in her eyes filling what was left by her disdain and anger, leaving questions in her mind. How was she supposed to teach them the path of darkness if they hung to ancient ways that could not exist within the Empire? How was she supposed to reveal their true strength where false philosophy hindered them? How could she get them to see the truth through blinded eyes? Finally she sighed and decided to tell her own story. "I was born of Noble Birth, you know? A Hapian Princess. Electrum spoon in my mouth and everything." Sirena said with a chuckle. "My Father was an Imperial Embassador, my Mother a Hapian Princess. And because of my Impurities, was frowned upon by Hapian Society. So when I became of age, I left, and became an Imperial Soldier under the White Wolf, Dark Lord Montar." "There was constant infighting followed by periods of stagnation, all while the Galactic Alliance and Imperial Remnant fought amongst themselves." Sirena's eyes lowered almost as if in regret, like she felt a since of shame. "And then we were leaderless, left behind by the very Lord's we fought to serve. At least until the Spider, the Dark King, Lord Exodus appeared. It was during this time that I discovered my talent to harness the Force." With a grin, she swelled with pride. "My Master was much like you. Believed in Chaos, Ranks, and being Egotistical. I was belittled on a constant basis for being impure in Hapian Lineage. But he never suspected how strong he would make me, how weak he was himself, and when Exodus ascended with promises of Unification, I showed him." Sirena stared at Roshan in silence for a few minutes, letting her words fall upon his ears whether they remained deaf to her story or not. She shared her story to remind him of her own Master's failings and the consequences of such actions. "Heed my warning Cathar, or not. The choice is clearly yours. But your beliefs are stagnant and ancient. Let go of them or become dust along side of them." Standing up, Sirena offered the Cathar her hand.
  13. If Sirena's temper had been a force of nature rather than dynamite concealed in a level headed sentient, an entire system would have likely just went supernova. She slapped her forehead, leaving a rather red welp where it landed as the vessels in her temples protruded in her disdain. Him too? Where did people get ideas of Gods and their Offspring when it came to the Force? We're they truly in such dire need to elevate themselves to please sensitive egos. In that moment, all Sirena could do was groan as her fleshed hand slide down her face. Her gaze shifted from Roshan and Aliss in her silence, the moment passing by like a Hutt's sprint. She didn't even know where to begin with these two and their stature of grandeur. So instead, she sighed, letting the moment finish in its passing. "There are no God's, Demi-Gods, or Blessed Beings." Sirena spoke after a few moments of just standing in place. "Life and Stature are what you make of it, nothing more or less. Some may be born with a connection to the Force and have it easier, but it still must be earned all the same. It takes years of training and sweat to achieve greatness. None are born with it, even the Dark King." Sirena approached Roshan and knelt down before him, letting the light behind her hit the wound as she looked at it. Just as she had thought, his healing abilities were honing it nicely. Shifting her gaze back at Aliss, she knew the girl wouldn't be as lucky. Turning back to Roshan, despite her aggravated look, she spoke. "If I was to have hit you, you wouldn't be awake right now. I'm just curious as to why you have robbed this child of such an important truth, a truth that would set her soul free to understand her power and how to control it."
  14. Sirena's disdain only turned it's focus to Roshan as the Cathar began to wake, his Child's limp form laying across the way. There was fury in her eyes and her lips pursed as she gazed at him. "You fool." Moving to the now injured Aliss, Sirena applied the same ointment to her head that she had done for Roshan just mere moments before, more a salve to stop bleeding than an actual healing remedy, and would likely require stitches before they could progress any further in their training. Sending a comm to @Mavanger, she turned her attention back to Roshan. "Why did you lie to the girl?" She poised to Roshan, her glare surely having killed him if she chose to. "She is just like us, nothing more, nothing less. So why does she think she is a Lesser and that we are God's? Is your ego that attentive? Did you want her to fail?"
  15. A nerve had been struck in Sirena as her gaze looked upon the distraught Aliss and it became ever so evident in her face as her eyes grew wide and her mouth rested. Demigods? Lessers? Blessings? Her gaze shifted to Roshan with disappointment. Had his ego been so arrogant? Had his pride been so false? Had he been so weak? True strength had always been found in lifting up those who followed you, not in placing false idolism upon yourself. No. She would teach him the errors of his ways just as she would with Aliss. She would break this idolatry right here and now. She would expose the lies and rebuild what was left of it's ruin. This was her place as Master. Her gaze shifted back to Aliss. Just as Sirena turned, she met the incoming attack with foreseen knowledge, her hands snaking up in time to catch the saber in her left hand and deflect the knee of the girl with her right, the Force swelled within her hand just as the knee grazed her chin, and she pushed the girl away harshly. There was no time for such subtleties. Wiping away the dripping blood of her busted lips, her gaze fell upon her hand before shifting to Aliss, her hand revealing the blood that she bled. "There are no God's, child. There are no blessings, nor lessers or betters." She scolded without remorse, spitting what blood dripped inside of her mouth and across her pearled teeth. "I'm not sure what fantasies Roshan filled your primal head with, but they're lies. We are all born of the Force, a bond that flows through everything, and while some cannot feel it, we are all born with an ability to touch it in some form or fashion." "While the philosophical Jedi would lead you to believe that such a thing is bad, teaching you to smother your gift in peace, falsely claiming that any use of it for yourself would distort the balance of it, we of the Sith seek to nurture our connection with it and grow." Her gaze at Sirena was stern, cold, and unwavering as she tried to explain it's principle into the young girl's thick and dull skull, her voice booming of her disdain in her lack of knowledge and belief in lies. "You have that connection, just as I do, just as Roshan and Mavanger. And no artifact or holocron will make you stronger. Only you can do that." Sirena took a deep breath, looking back at Roshan who seemed to be stirring from his well deserved knock on the nogging. False idolism and egotistical arrogance. Pathetic. Her gaze shifted back to Aliss whether the girl believed her words or remained in denial. "My job is to teach you the path to walk, to show you the power within you and your connection to the Force." Sirena's words softened as she exhaled her disgusted sigh. "But only you can find your limits. This is what I am trying to teach you, to find your connection to the Force and wield it."
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