Alora

Hearing Raynuk's words left her confused, especially when he walked off, leaving she and Darla alone again. She looked at Darla, her expression clearly showing the confusion she felt. "I don't get it? I really don't get it." Alora shook her head, trying to gather her thoughts. Looking back at Darla she felt concern for the other woman, "Will you alright? I might try to get some more sleep. I gather I have more to think about..." She stiffled a yawn as she asked, then before she left, asked Darla another question, "Is this normal? I was under the impression that they just picked you and that was it, no choice?"

((sorry, didn't see your previous post when I posted the last one - must have been while I was writing my own post as it took me ages because of distractions)) Alora looked at Raynuk. She had seen what he did to Darla, had felt a similar thing on their first meeting. She didn't want to come under his wrath again that soon. Noticing what he was now wearing, she came to the conclusion that he had become higher up in rank to what he he was when he'd left the Academy last, though what it meant she wasn't quite sure. She thought very privately to herself about what Darla had said to her before, about learning what she could while keeping her own identity and doing what the Sith told her to do. Coming to a decision and not wanting to cause herself more grief, Alora went down on one knee before him and bowed her head. "I'll do whatever you require me to do... Master"

Alora jumped at the sound of Raynuk's voice. She wondered what was he doing back when he had clearly wanted to be elsewhere and just how much of their conversation he had heard, too much by the go of it. She had the distinct feeling of being sprung doing something that she shouldn't have been doing. She stayed silent, a guilty look briefly crossing her face before she schooled it to neutrality. Others either entered or stood in the doorway of Darla's room and she wondered why so many had just flocked to the room. She felt Darla tense up and gave her a gentle squeeze of her shoulders before she let her arm drop. She was very shocked when she saw the chair fly up against the wall. She also felt something else, like an invisible wave radiating out from Darla as the chair went flying. She didn't know what to think, so just sat there her eyes going from Darla to Raynuk.

"I can understand that." Alora sympathised with her over her ordeal. It seemed to her that Darla had gone through a terrible time alone. "So what's the best way to survive around here? Do you know what I should expect?"

Alora quickly moved across to Darla, sitting beside her and placing an arm around her shoulders in comfort. "There's nothing to be sorry about. Seems to me you could use a friend just as much as I could at the moment." Alora was close to tears again herself, not having shed enough to ease her grief as yet. She had to wonder just how long Darla had gone without a friend to confide in and swore silently to herself to be there for her as well. "Well get through this together. Your stronger than you think you are." Alora told her then asked, "How long have you been here for?"

"It's just me" Alora softly called out as she opened the door and slipped in, closing the door behind her. "You look like I feel... I gave up trying to sleep... too many bad thoughts. Are you ok?"

Alora slept fitfully on the uncomfortable bunk. No matter how she tried she couldn't escape the scenes of her families mutilated bodies from playing over and over in her mind. Eventually she gave up. Sitting up she pulled her boots back on and walked around the room. She went over to the single wardrobe and opened it, finding a set of black robes and under tunic within. She grabbed them and headed into the sonic shower, placing her weapons down on the chair beside where she hung the sith clothing. She discarded her clothing and stepped under the shower, setting the sonic shower to blast her skin clean - and hoping that it might cleanse her memories as well. After standing there long enough for her skin to turn a tinge of pink she gave up and turned it off, stepping out, drying off, getting dressed in the fresh clothing she had brought in with her and replacing her blaster holster and vibroblade. She felt more comfortable with her weapons on her. Wondering if Darla was awake, she crept across the corridor and softly knocked on her door, hoping that she didn't draw any attention to herself by doing so...

Alora was greatful to be able to rest. After Darla had shown her the room opposite her's she lay down on the bed to rest. The room looked just to have the basic's but she didn't care, all Alora wanted to do was rest her weary self. She was comforted with the knowledge that Darla was just across the corridor from her though. It seemed as soon as her head hit the pillow that she was asleep...

Alora nodded towards Horus, acknowledging him but not saying anything. She wasn't sure what to make of him. Her mind was increasing with confusion and she looked back towards Darla. She hadn't told any of them her surname, wasn't sure she should being that she was the heir to the Darkknell Shipyards. She might tell Darla later but would keep silent about it for now. She was feeling rather drained and tired still as she hadn't had much rest on board Raynuk's ship and wondered if she would be able to rest up some, or if there was something else they were supposed to be doing. She would heed Darla's advice on all matters regarding this place.

Alora silently took all this in. For the first time since this ordeal began she felt fear for her safety. An instrument of darkness? Take my soul? Never! She looked around at her surrounds and felt a sense of dread. Her head snapped back around to Darla as she heard the silent message in her mind, her eyes widening as she heard it. She had never heard someone speak like that to her before and it showed on her face. Slowly she nodded her head, not willing to trust her voice. Yes she felt she could trust Darla. ((edited for grammer))

”œSo Raynuk was his name”¦”

Alora looked at the woman who Renin introduced as Lord Tarrian. Giving a slight bow of her head she respectfully acknowledged her, ”œMaster Tarrian”

"Hi, my name is Renin Santur." Alora returned the boy's smile, shaking his hand. ”œNice to meet you Renin. Have you two been here long? I'm not really sure what I'm doing here to tell you the truth. Things have been happening so fast in the last few hours.”

Alora looked at Darla during the introductions then glanced back to watch as he left. She still didn't know what his name was. Sighing she turned her attention back to Darla”¦ not really knowing what to do next. She was suddenly thinking that all of this was a bad idea. Her thoughts went back to how she found her family on Coruscant and she struggled to hide that pain from surfacing again.

Alora fell silent as she listened to what he had to say. Was it possible that she had the third requirement? She didn't know. She did have an uncanny sense of knowing where her prey had been while out hunting on her home planet. Taking his advice she sat down, getting comfortable enough to rest. Closing her eyes she let her mind drift, trying not to let it run over the recent events that led her to where she was now. She must of drifted off to sleep for she woke with a start as he landed. Standing and stretching she followed him off the ship, standing silently to one side as she took in her surroundings and wondered just what she had gotten herself into.

Alora had followed him into his ship, glancing roughly in the direction of the hanger where her ship was located. Oh well, it'll be there when she returned. She didn't know if she liked the idea of not having an escape route off an unknown planet but it was too late to argue the point about it now. She made her way forward to his location. ”œSo”¦ can you give me any ideas on what sort of training I can expect? Or would that be telling? You still haven't told me how you did what you did to me earlier either. I would like to know”¦”

Name: Alora Darkknell Age: 24 Height: 5'4 Weight: 50kg Species: human Sex: Female Hair Color: Copper/Gold or black, depending on mood. Eye Color: deep violet glinting with red Homeworld: Leria Kerlsil Clothing: depends on mood; robes/tunic's/ ship suits/ dresses :: Robes of Slaanesh - Yellow and Pink armored robes of differing shades, pastel and vibrant. Mostly bodysuits or black and deep crimson armor lined robes. Weapons: blasters, grenades, modified prototype vibroblades, red and silver fluctuating sabers, specially modified whip - gift from Slaanesh, dart launcher, pheromones (her weapons are blessed - upon her demise, vanish and return to a special alter of Slaanesh's for Alora's retrieval upon recloning) Ship: Customised KDY Starwind Pleasure Yacht - Sundered Heart Possessions: credits, rose quartz pendant on silver chain. Pendant given to her by Draken. Droid KD2 (Kaydee2) Force User: Yes Affiliation and rank: sith - Sith Master - prefers to be called Mistress Bio: Only daughter of Tremayne and Karia Darkknell, Alora was a happy, healthy individual who loved to party. Her mother, Karia was the heiress to a starship sales fortune to which Alora inherited when assassins killed her parents after a function on Coruscant they had attended as representatives to the Leria Kerlsil's starship industries. Their mutilated bodies had been found dumped in an alley in a dingy area not far from the venue of the function. It is unknown who the assassins were affiliated with, but Alora wants very much to avenge her parents deaths if she ever found out who the perpetrators were. -- Alora was trained in the ways of the Sith firstly by Raynuk Montar, later by Jedai Geki and Kakuto Ryu. She became a Champion of Slaanesh, also becoming a Master of the Sith order soon after. Alora is a seductress, using her body and her pheromones to get what she wants. By sharing her body, she gains power through the act, thriving off the emotions of her lovers, feeding off them to empower her further. She was gifted by the Goddess Slaanesh so that she does not get any diseases that would normally accompany her 'profession' of a seductress. She had also visited with the God Nurgle. Sirvani Zsahra had Alora cloned, to begin with it was to be so she could be an attendant for Sirvani's and John Skywalker's wedding. Alora had been in ghostly form, trapped in the netherworld after her demise at the hand of her first apprentice, Exodus, having let him kill her. The cold-hearted beauty uses what she's got to get what she wants. Her body is just another tool, one to be enhanced and used for whatever darkside purpose she wishes. During her time in the nether-world, she observed and manipulated things so that her parents assassins met with their demise. She is a Mistress of Illusion, using illusion in conjunction with seduction. Alora found herself training others in the arts of illusion, including her former Master, Geki when he regained the use of the Force and was refreshing his talents. She retains a relationship of sorts with Draken. During a battle above Gala, Alora was in a duel with the Jedi Exorcist Damon. She lost the duel, Damon stripping the darkside energies from her. She was medically treated (wrapped in bandages head to toe) and sent to a Jedi prison complex (one of the rings of double helix). When Haphaestus self destructed he also killed Alora as well as the Jedi Scorp who had been their guard/. Draken had her cloned at Vernza Torrah and she again sort Kheldar Vos Corelli for another dart launcher and cybernetic enhancements. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Specs for Dart Launcher and Cybernetics The cybernetic connection for the dart launcher contains a special crystal LED lens and sniper-sight that is fitted in the eye, powered by the bodies innate electrical energy and capable of cybermental commands. It is synchronized with the wrist launcher to provide sights for a 35.784% increase in accuracy in a Force neutral environment for one lens over Alora's dominant eye and a 43.315% increase if fitted over both eyes. There is also a cybermentally activated heat seeking option, allowing her to detect targets by body heat. Because it is an eye lens with the circuitry in the crystal itself, along with learned muscle/nerve synchronization as the cybermental catalyst, this piece of equipment should merit no reduction in her midi-chlorien count and offer perfect control when worked with the dart launcher. The crystals are tuned to muscle impulse and innate electrical memory- meaning just thinking about using them causes a chemical reaction inside to bring them to life. These lenses are fully contained. Alora has another implant in her head at the frontal lobe to switch between what she is seeing in front of her and her ship - the implant is an actual screen as opposed to mere contact lenses. The receiver and transponder for the camera has been streamlined to small thin devices built into the skull. She also has retrieval codes for her ship. A pair of goggles have been built to prevent Alora from being blinded in a fight. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Force Side: Dark Side Trained by: Raynuk Montar (Quietus), Jedai Geki & Kakuto Ryu Trained who: Exodus, Draken both of whom have made it to the rank of Master. Partially trained Raxeon, Maeltalrin, Zad, Leonardo Stovachi and Madi Ibra. (the last four vanished from jnet.) Currently training: Logan Orian Current Affiliation: Sith Current Rank: Master Friends: Darla & Sirvani, Draken, Tekkan (who was the love of her life until that fizzled) Enemies: Hou Jo Poleb, the 'dark warrior', Jedi Damon Note: Interesting relationship with Andon Colos *~* Know that there was once a Darth Traya. And that she cast aside that role, was exiled, and found a new purpose. But there must always be a Darth Traya, one that holds the knowledge of betrayal. Who has been betrayed in their heart, and will betray in turn. ”” Darth Traya *~*