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Audroti walked through the Gardens of Kaleth, freshly conquered territory for the Sith Imperium and his Dark Lord and Empress. His chrome fingers delicately traced the outlines of flowers and leaves as he took in the sight that lay before him, it was beautiful. The dark crimson staining the myriad of bright and lively colors the various plants and flora gave the garden, Audroti felt the glory of fresh Jedi blood being greedily sucked through the root systems of each plant, and the iron filled liquid nourishing each petal on the flowers. The beauty of the garden wasn’t a physical manifestation to Audroti, it was this action that he relished, even the Jedi’s most sacred of places, an area they tended ceaselessly to breed forth someplace they might be able to bask in the imprudence of the Light, to seek the truest form of weakness in Peace. A small smile of satisfaction appeared on his face as his gentle touches became far more harsh, he grasped the flower his hand hovered over crushing it within his grasp before turning to a Sith placed in his charge.
“Begin the executions here, lace this filthy Garden with poison.” He commanded before turning to rejoin the main force in aiding the assault on the Jedi Temple. "Oh..." Audroti said in a calm voice as he turned to the Sith he charged with the executions. "...Make sure they suffer."
Present Day
Audroti had been meditating in the ruined Garden of Kaleth, amidst the rotting, headless, skewered bodies of the Jedi Knights who refused to join the Sith on their campaign of destruction and domination. Audroti focused on remembering the squeals of their final moments, he basked in their individual demises only hoping those in charge of the executions followed his directives and insured that those few Jedi Knight's sufferings were elongated before they met their end. The very scent of the dying world was an aroma to Audroti, to rot of animals, the noxious waters that had eternally been corrupted, and poisonous gases that rose from the ashes only added to the atmosphere of suffering the Sith had left, scarring Tython’s alignment in the Force eternally.
But Audroti hadn’t come here to simply bask in the glory on conquest and death, oh no. Today was the day Audroti would obtain freedom from his shackles; he would no longer be bound to his foolish, kind, and weak Master. Today, Audroti would break those infernal bonds that linked them together through blood as the Sith of olden days did, he would earn his freedom through combat, he would bathe in the sufferings of Drenn Kerstasus. Audroti could feel his Master approaching Tython, he had been calling to the Sith Master, beckoning him to Tython through their unique bond, taunting him with images of his demise and that of everyone he loved. It was bait his Master couldn’t ignore and would surely seek to remedy through the destruction of his unruly former apprentice which is exactly what Audroti wanted, an enraged opponent whom he would destroy utterly.
Audroti heard the roar of engines, engines he assumed belonged to his Master’s starship, the one he would return with once their quarrel had concluded. A small smile appeared behind his rebreather that masked his horrendous scars, the moment would be soon upon him but Audroti wouldn’t rush this, no, he wanted to savor one last conversation with his Master before he struck him down. Audroti would wait until he felt his Master’s presence exit his vessel to speak out, until he heard Kerstasus’ feet touch the damp soil of the Garden.
“Glorious isn’t it? What can be done when you fully embrace the true potential of the Dark Side.” Audroti called out to his Master. “I know of the weakness that lies within you, your willingness to show mercy to foes and obstacles, to allow impudence and failure to go unpunished…but even a weak tool has it’s uses, Darth Vereor taught me that much. Unfortunately, Master…” Audroti paused, emphasizing the sarcasm of the word. “…you have used up your usefulness to me. As a final lesson Master, tell me what I should do with a tool I know longer need, something that has lost its uses altogether. Should it be kept around to take up space and whisper slanders or plot against me? Or should it be utterly destroyed and eradicated as a problem altogether?” Audroti asked, taunting his Master with the request of a "final lesson", one that would allow Drenn to understand the gravity of Audroti's challenge. This would be no mere spar or duel to test dominance over one another, this would continue until one of the pair fell to the ground as nothing more then a nameless corpse amid the rotten bodies of the fallen Jedi defenders in the Garden of Desecration.
Please note: This thread is occurring during the events of the timeskip. If I need to wait and post this as a Flashback once that occurs it is fine, I am simply posting this thread to include the event in Audroti's profile as something he accomplished over the course of the TS.
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