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Sirena cackled profusely at the girl's words, tears forming in the crevasse of her eyes as her head laid backwards and her hands laid upon her stomach. The girl's gall was something to be proud of, this she was certain of. But compared to Sirena, she was but a child of the Force, especially when compared to Lord Helios. She was but a welp, still sucking upon the teet of the Darkness inside her. Yet her fire was strong. The laughing fit subsiding, Sirena wiped her eyes and spoke.

 

"Why simply settle at just killing, child? A being like Helios could die, but what about his prestige? What about his legacy? If he is truly a danger to you and those you care about, death wouldn't stop it, only him. If you truly want the power to protect yourself and those you care about, then you need to destroy the essence of what makes him more powerful. And when you figure that out, hone your skills to fit his destruction. "

 

Sirena's words were cryptic and focused as she spoke, testing the girl even further. If she truly feared Helios, or any being, Sirena was not above teaching them the path. Chaos was Sirena's goal, and Lust was her path. As for Aliss, her goal and path was different and her sin apparent. She was a child of rage, born of Wrath. There was no denying it now. Brash, Rage, Unbridled Wrath. And it needed to be honed into a powerful weapon. Her gaze shifted to Roshan momentarily before shifting back to Aliss, the Shard eerily silent after her attempted attack.

 

"If you truly want to understand how to kill Helios, head to the Forge west of here. There you will find the answer."

 

And with that, Sirena exited the hut. Aliss would need to make a decision herself. For atop the stairs that led to the Forge, a temple dedicated to the bleeding crystals and reforging lightsabers, of which sat atop a small pyramid, would hold the answers. It was there that Sirena slew her Master, and only after making a mockery of his name and stature. His body may be buried, but the evidence of his downfall still remained. A simple disc recording of Sirena seducing the man into a drunken stupor and blindly taking advantage of her just before she impaled her blade into his chest still laid within its holorecorder.

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Korriban. The ancient homeworld of the Sith and the ancestral capitol of their empires. While no longer a capitol of an empire, it was still the heart of their order. The Korriban academy stood tall, relentless in its oppression and untouched in its darkness. It was here that he was trained. Where those from across the galaxy would seek power and fame. Where countless would fall in that pursuit, and countless more would grow into Sith. This was the purpose of his visit. If he was to build support for his plans, he would need to start here, where the young apprentices and acolytes served and learned. What better way to learn what a Sith is, than to witness conquest?

 

The rust-colored world loomed in the darkness, his fleet drifting ominously towards it. He glanced towards the captain. nodding.

 

"Get me a secure line."
 

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On the surface, a woman moved along the sands, her tattered clothes barely worthy of a slave. She'd had a name once, long ago. Served the Imperial Navy with distinction. Now it was stripped from her, through physical and mental torture. She was a nobody, loyal to one Sith. She hated him, but she survived. He fed off of it, nourished it. It was hardly a life, but she would escape. Eventually. For now, she bode her time. Gathering information. She'd become an adept at remaining undetected. Most Sith would go out of their way to beat a slave. She was better than them.

 

She'd reached her goal, a small metal device in her hand and she stalked towards the Sith. a Hapan woman, teaching her apprentice. She sneered. The slave closed the distance silently, speaking only at the last moment.

 

"Lady Sirena, my master, Darth Mavanger, requests your time." she said, presenting the communicator in her hands.

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Sirena was a Seductress, an Assassin of Pleasure and Desires, lethal combinations of Beauty and Wit, Will and Lust. So to sneak up on one was a feat few were capable of. As she awaited Aliss' decision, Sirena gazed out upon the open Valley, taking in the surround sights of the Tombs. Yet, she could feel the approaching presence, the bile of disdain in its cold thoughts and heart, emotions read so easily. When she made her approach and spoke, Sirena remained looking opposite and reached over her shoulder for the communicator with a smirk across her beautiful face.

 

"This is Lady Sirena..." She spoke coyfully, the playfulness in her soft tone alluring to her interest in what the newly attained Darth was contacting her for, his prestige proceeding him despite their paths having crossed a few times during his time here. "What can I do for you Lord Mordecai?"

 

As she spoke into the communicator, she spun in her spot, batting her eyes as she played with her cheek from inside her mouth with her tongue, her smirk turning into a playful smile. Her gaze briefly shifted to the makeshift hut to see if Aliss was going begin her journey or if Roshan was present, before turning her attention back to the small device held within her soft hands.

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